Monthly Archives: November 2015

Some ideas are like streaks of lightning. I want to freeze the light, but out of focus, only capture some virtual shadows. I grab first, then drop, gazing them faintly visible through time. 有些想法像闪电划过，我想定格那些光，却无法对焦，只捕捉到些虚影，我抓住又放下，看它们在时间里若隐若现 ​​

There was a madman many years ago, who lived in a shack on the side of the road in my hometown. An acquaintance once told me that the madman was the family relative of her friend, in those days (probably … Continue reading →

I want to give you more, than I have, than you have given me, but I can only give you so much now. I want to give you the best, at least I think so, but I don’t know if … Continue reading →

If something’s gone, remember its beauty, If you couldn’t hold your tears, I hold you, If I couldn’t give you my hand, I’ll pray once more for you and me, If I couldn’t make any sense of the world, I’ll … Continue reading →