<A small book, the breath of words and paper,> Every moment of life is changing, and the psychology cannot keep up with the speed. I often ignore the inner tiny sounds ~ But we have a precious thing called text. Our feelings are knocked into this, small but great container, It took our imagination and gave us the language to communicate, Sharing, let us advance different stages. A small book, write down your story. The movement of your hand shakes your thinking, It's a private person, a change that can happen all the time.