1 Litre of Tears

I want to be like the air. The good-hearted person whose kindness overflows and people realize how important she was to them, once she is gone. I want to be that kind of person.

Don't worry, even if you fall over! It's all right. You can just pick yourself up again! When you fall over, make the most of the chance to look up and see the sky. You will see the blue sky spreading endlessly above you and smiling down. Aya, you are alive!

Why did this disease choose me? I cannot carry it, if its just for the word: Fate.

The reality of today Is too cruel, too severe, And doesn't even offer me a dream; Imagining the future Brings me yet another kind of tears.

I put my hand on my chest. I can feel my heart beating. My heart is working. I'm pleased. I'm still alive.

I felt someone behind me. I stopped and looked back... There was Mom, crawling behind me, without saying anything... Her tears falling to the floor... All my suppressed emotions suddenly burst out and I started crying.

Is it all right for me to stay alive? Mom, is it really all right for an ugly person like me to be living in this world? Mom, I'm sure you can find something shining brightly in me. Teach me. Guide me!