One sunny afternoon in the heat of the summer .
The sunshine is so strong that it seems to break the fragile world.
I stand at the four corners of a road, all beliefs are destroyed.
Whats left is a long and lonely shadow in life.
In the deep of the shadow, some disappeared faces twinkle again.
The background is as dark as ink.
You are leaving. The shape and color of your shadow are fading into the dark.
But the brightness of your eyes and eyebrows are too bright to fit into the ink.

Do you think everyone's youth is like this?
To experience the ephemeral sadness and happiness,
like wild flowers,
on our way to emerge and perish ourselves, also decorated passers-by's dreams.



You once told me that we need to live as plain as possible yet dream as far as we could.
Though tomorrow might be tough.
I always think about it at night with violin music in the quiet, with wind dancing.
Every time like this I feel time flowing backwards.
The old days are like an oil painting from Cézanne,
gloomy and colorful, messy and beautiful.
No specific definitions, only showing the wounds and sweetness.
And Now when no one is around, and all the emotions and feelings only belong to me myself,
I still remember what you said to me before.
comfort from others is out at elbows, you have to take care of yourself.

When I open that door

I want to see the forever prosperous sight.

There are no so called useful stairs.

I cant sit by you with sad feelings.


I get out from the door,


tear page 252 from a book,

it says this with black ink:

Hey I can't sit by you with sad feelings

I can't sit by you with sad feelings.