Birthday
On my twenty’s birthday, I received a book.
Jimmy’s work—“Love in the Cards”.
What I haven written down below is my translation of the first piece.
I like the picture. I like the writing as well.
I am willing to share them with you.
It is just like my own story.
Dear kid,
I was once like you.
Raising my head, looking up at a piece of fresh leave or the floating cloud, I would simply feel happy.
I was once like you.
Standing under the tree quietly, hearing the wind whispering in the woods and birds singing, I would simply feel moved.
Yesterday, in the park, I aped you to hear birds singing and wind blowing, to stare at green leave and floating cloud. Unexpectedly, they became bleak and chilly in my eyes. I felt bored.
I was slightly shocked. Stepping into a high-class dining hall depressingly, I ordered dear dishes, and drank wine. Afterwards, I complained haughtily the caviar was not fresh and rebuked the beefsteak was not tender…… Actually, I was just seizing on those to exaggerate; I was just mitigating my impetuous uneven mood…… I have been feeling annoyed that why I had become so disgusting?
I envy you.
I mourn over what I have lost with great sorrow.