Steel heart

I am the strongest when I am alone.

When the festival is behind

When the sweet scent is gone, the pink mist fades, flower pettles stop dropping and the long stone path to its end...

before me, there is nothing but a pond, and a lone moon glowing above it at unreachable distance.

I realize, nothing has changed yet still. I am still I, the sceneary remains the same and so is the person.

But at least, I know this is the thing that will not change.

Memorial - for today

I pray with one of my knees down and hope - may the mercy of light and peace protects my friends, and may the light guide them to victory.

Peace Talk

I hate pride!
Really, seriously. That really is an annoying quest to self

Ferule

Cowardness binds the heart and body of a person

If I do not care of death, I too shall not care of disgrace

When you look into the water and see the reflection, you know that world is not real.

This morning, I have been thinking of the dreams I had last night. In my dreams, I was walking in a street. The street must be beautiful in normal eyes, because I remember I was walking with bliss in my dreams.

There were others in the street but I don’t think they were sharing the same feeling as me, because I was the only one walking in the way I walked. It is just the street and me. And the street is not with me, the street is with itself, and to it, I am just a regular bypasser like the others, despite I am attracted to its charm.

Neither of us can ever belong to each other wholly, even if I wanted to.