I'm going to study in-house training.
This is a training about international business.
I try to write words out of necessity.
Recently I feel time flies.
Now is April. I see that.
But..I don't feel reality.
What is real?
Who defines it?
My baby's plump cheeks is affective.
Music makes me recall the past.
I feed my son with listening Miles Davis.
[blue in green]is my favorite melody.
My son don't like Miles,maybe.
His crying had never stopped,till my wife held him.
My wife's strange,but original song let our baby smile.
His smile was very cute and energetic.
This is real life.
I forget sometimes.
Very ,very happy and curious.