A rosy sunset

沒有一片雲偶然令人失望

可能會有點茫然若失

彷彿放不心頭您這大石

雖然您不會知道

因為您腳下全是浮塵
 
雖然
 
 沒有帶走您滿懷彩虹心事
 
只是流水潑墨
 
有情與無情重疊
 
只是雲海厚重
 
終於失落九重天外
 
只有千百種理由偶然令人
 
回憶每一片雲海
 
頑石 據說 可以煉青天

Soothing the soul

風風雨雨過了二十八年

 

 風風雨雨過了二十八年

此時此刻需要靜靜地思量

The green leaves

剩下心底苦笑
迎接夕陽紅霞
落日大道那片彩虹
依然記起
細風絲雨裡沒有堅持
浮來白雲
白雲沉去
穹蒼需要潔白
天地需要一個家
不必計算
不再吶喊
幾片落葉
一川流水
這樣等待就是永恆
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Svetlana Alexievich ~ 我還是想你，媽媽 ~

A Hope…

A hope, in expectation and anticipation, is the longing and desire by the belief in the possibility of its occurrence; as in darkness, a dim light glitters along the path.

All good things come to an end

                                            // 世間好物不堅牢, 彩雲易散玻璃脆 //

A group of sheep

When a group of sheep prepared not to be preyed, although they are docile and vulnerable by nature, but they refused to be herded without any hope. Since hopelessness doesn't necessarily mean to succumb, it would trigger bravery occasionally. With fearlessness and boldness, they are going to fight back, or even to sacrifice, then they create an era inside which they see their hope in the future to come. It is foreseeable, from the manifestation of history, any suppression to this hope would only result a failure eventually.

Under the dark clouds…

“My silence and my cloudy melancholy”