It had been snowing through the day all day. Many of passers-by put up an umbrella and the street was filled with many of beautiful colors.
I happened to meet a woman three years yonger than I at a station. She was so noble and clever among many of my friends. The expression of herself was more her appearance than what she said.
A few month has past since I had talked with her last time. Somehow there needed not talking much among us this time. Something has changed indeed. Her existance is not so conspicuous but always gets to the point. She has become much more beautiful. That's everything.
Days color each life so beautifly and draw brilliant traces.
”If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today？” Steve Jobs