I want a lot of love. If no love, I still have a lot of money. If no money, I still have my health. –Yi Shu (a Chinese female novelist in her novel Xi-Bao)
The familiar melody never ends
The lightis off, the audiences are gone
Thoughts continue to struggle
I am just a drifting wave
Occasionally parkedin youratrium
Cannot slow footsteps, only rush
In a blink, across the ocean
Those forgottentimes