I don't like the rain which always dismay me on the way to school.

The mud road in the bad day,

The awful mood in the bad day,

The sun hidden behind the black clouds,

As it will never come out again.

A dish of macaroni for me myself,

A dish of golden for my sadness,

A dish of lonely happiness for the day before the Nationl Day,

AS I have already recieved the happiness of God.

 

 

I made the macaroni myself.

Watching it in the pot, boiling happily, I felt the warm passed from the fire which is dancing in the stove.

 

Rainy day.

A dish of macaroni and the dancing fire.