Thoughts about birth and death
Suddenly I realize that
alas, We, human exhaust our life to walk from birth place to grave
In the road, we pass through time. The road fuses into our life.
Many things happen around us, living enormous beautiful but also painful memory. But we still need to move on.
I stand silently, only wanting to carve a gravestone. Lying on the balcony, looking up to the universe, tracing back to the beginning of everyday only for one reason - to remember: to remember the beauty of life, to remember Agnes. At the beginning of every new day, I hope I can say to me that yesterday still exists.
But can the magic of time be that simple? It cultivates everything but also makes people lose everything. People are in the state of agony, writing down all the devine and pure memory. But all of these condenses to become one sentence which lives in the gravestone permanently.
A flash is an eternity.
People always have many things left behind. But the time is also virtuous. Before the demon comes up to harvest your life, you always have time.
Hope I can cherish all the irreplaceable man in my life, grasp every second in my hand. I believe at least I should walk through the farthest road.