The anguish of idealism and reality, the love that can't be expressed in reality, is there?

Little Prince, Saint-Tex-Speri, who lived a fairy tale. The above picture, a young man who was wandering around and seeking his dream, interested in flying, was a portrait of himself before he was on the plane in the year of '21. A lot of unhappiness, two pairs of gloves and a pair of socks. I said it was like an elephant, and I thought about my mother's smile. There are letters from my brother and cousin, but a book was written by Saint-Tex-Sapari who arrived at my mother. He was a man who had

All the kids might be. As I read this book, Mother, the word came more than a hearty touch. I remember the name of Antoine de Saint-Scate Esperi, a young prince who was more known as the author, as a child in his heart, and he was like a beautiful boy who had buried a little prince in his chest. But his life was a child who, like any student in school, was so self-involved and wanted to boast of his score, and he was living a life that he didn't have the responsibility to have as he grew up,

Shang Saint-Shang-Surri, I read the letter to my mother and suddenly wanted to write and receive it. There are times when I look at the mailbox standing on the street these days. But he rarely sees anyone using the mailbox. It's really bitter and sad. I think we should worry about whether this will all go away. I've never really written myself. And also, the receiving of letters was really reduced. Especially when you think about it. So one letter that I get from the beginning is not so