I am surprised that you are reading this letter, giving how forgetful you are,
So here are my words of wisdom,
Well, I am sweating and toiling while sowing the seeds of roses for you. Don't blame me if thorns grow too.
The wrinkles are proof that you are not geeting any younger, so celebrate the life you have. Even if, death is sacred and you are lured by it sometime, but don't choose foolishly.
The taste of immature grapes is always vinegary. I hope silence of star during your dark time will as wonderful as it is now.
Your younger self...