C154 Major Message

The rise and fall of life like the tide, after the storm, hope is another sunny day.

I was discharged from the hospital on a fine day, cloudless, fresh, cloudless, but I didn't feel refreshed.

The wound on his hand had not healed yet.

I stood in front of the hospital and took a deep breath. I no longer had to face the smell of disinfectant every day.

"Brother