It is many days.
I take a chance to see my idol tree.
It is still living in same locale with root out of soil, stick with cement wall.
Just this time, I see its leaves become less.
Well, I think because it is old now, or perhaps there is no enough sun light because this is raining season.
When I see the idol tree, I feel released from heavy pressure and stress related to living a life in the world.
There is no success and there is only failure more and more. Still, I make myself look like my idol tree. Whether there is light or not, I go forwards.
Give myself up.