The day is not the same every day. I live every moment making choices, but some days are dangerous, some days are sad, and some days are like jewels. After spending countless days, the past days are longing and beautiful days that passed like dreams. There are many days that I have forgotten because my memories are vague, but to live a righteous life, I write about what I was moved by in the lives of others and what I learned about providence in nature without lies. My poetry is a piece written while looking back on the past days with my mind's eyes wide open, reflecting on myself, and realizing. I write poetry to live the days that remain with beautiful dreams.