If I were blind, I would write an English composition.

If I were blind. I will look like Helen, too. Victory music also hopes to give me three days of light. If the world naively gave me only three minutes of light, I wouldn't complain about his prejudice. Because three minutes is enough for me. I'm sure of it. Regret. At the last minute. I'm starting to worry. At first, I felt that time was too little for me. Helpless, I waited quietly, with half a minute left. I was unwilling to run to the corridor at once, crying at the distant sky: Oh, my God! I shouldn't be blind! I shouldn't be blind! I must have a pair of eyes that can see bright colors every day like ordinary people. Look, I cried.