April
Since I returned back from travel last month, I spent usual day without my mind.
It seems like I'm empty shell.
I don't know why, but I didn't want to do anything.
And I was depressed, I was thinking about myself, my life and future.
Of course I come and go like usual days between my office and my apartment and I pretended nothing happened.
But I was thinking something was wrong.
Something changed.
And now I recovered from depression.
I don't know what happened around me.
Recently I read old, old Japanese anthology; called The Anthology of Myriad Leaves（万葉集）.
うらうらに 照れる春日に 雲雀あがり 心悲しも 独し思えば （大伴家持）
It seems like I'm empty shell.
I don't know why, but I didn't want to do anything.
And I was depressed, I was thinking about myself, my life and future.
Of course I come and go like usual days between my office and my apartment and I pretended nothing happened.
But I was thinking something was wrong.
Something changed.
And now I recovered from depression.
I don't know what happened around me.
Recently I read old, old Japanese anthology; called The Anthology of Myriad Leaves（万葉集）.
うらうらに 照れる春日に 雲雀あがり 心悲しも 独し思えば （大伴家持）
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