Wednesday, March 7, 2007
It is snowing since last night. I don't know when is it going to stop. Listen to a Chinese song by Jay, it is so familiar and yet so strange to me. I have not listen to Chinese songs for quite awhile. Suddenly some memories run through my mind. They are unorganized, just randomly repeating...
I think about my past, and read about other's past. They were just like movies. They just happened so naturally and ended so dramatically. The white snowflake keep falling down, it is no longer showering but each snowflakes is as big as goose's feather.
A lot of us like to ask this question or automatically try to find the answer to this question when something happened. The question is, is the answer important? Would it helps in someway? In most circumstances, I don't think so. Yet a lot of us dying to dig out the "answer" for this question. Is it a way to make ourselves relief in somehow? Perhaps.
This is just a random writing in a snowy day.