I sprint for thirty seconds for five sets. I shouldn’t stop before I reach thirty seconds no matter what. I’m sprinting as fast as I can for the fifth set. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. All I care is breathing. I sit. Then I need to walk. I can’t think. But I’m thinking something. The regrets. My regrets make me anxious. Why? What do I want to say? Someday, I may die first when we get old. I want to dedicate myself that I don’t regret when I look back the past. I want to give my love as much as I can so we don’t regret when one of us leave this world.