Striving to live for the present
In another ten years... I'm to scared to think about that.
I have no choice but to live today as earnestly as I can.
Living is all I can do now.
I'm young but I can't move...
Dilemma and impatience.
But I'm a patient, so I have to focus on recuperation.
You, one person,
Advise me not to write too much.
Appreciating that,
I put my hands together in thanks.
Thinking on my sickbed...
(At this point Aya's handwriting becomes illegible.)
I understand that menstruation - the indication that you're a real woman - stopped if you grew weak from illness. I also thought that it was a sign of recovery if it started again after six months.
Glancing up from my sickroom,
I saw the blue sky;
It gave me a ray of hope.
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