Sitting here, listening some songs.

That's a song called "sing a song for you" which occurred into my ears from one friend's cellphone.

For me, sing for whom?

Be single for a long time, I found that I have been calm but hot-tempered.

That's incompatible and character changed gradually.

It's cold in north china now, I just recalled the days in south-china, I should prize it as what it should be. As time passed, remained some pieces of memory, just like a old man lay in a chaise longue under the sun to recall all of his lifetime. Every pieces which can remember, those people, those matters, those opportunities all of them have been blowing in the wind. What can I do?  Nothing.

Sheety of phantom, teetering... Thick scarf, down coat, sweater of autumn, backpack, with breakfast in hands waiting for the bus which is always late to me. 

Then, I don't know why, tears burst out of my eyes.

All kinds of crowds, man, woman, boy, girl, young, old, tall, short, fat, thin...

Happiness is just a matter in a second. The pain which people to bear is always last forever and ever.

The people whom I had been looking forward to had disappeared, that hurt me heavily.

Let all of you blow in the winds.

Life always goes ahead. Isn't that?

Incense, Sutra, chanting quietly:Amitabha.