friends 巴金

Now so many flowers of life are in full bloom before my eyes. When can my life put forth flowers? Am I already dried-up from within?

A friend of mine says, “If I were a lamp, I would illuminate darkness with my light.”

I, however, don’t qualify for a bright lamp. Let me be a piece of firewood instead. I’ll radiate the heat that I have absorbed from the sun. I'll burn myself to ashes t provide this human world with a little warmth.