Beginning

In this solemn city, cloudy, rainy, misty.Air in the room stingy. People have no desire or ability to breathe.Window besides you like a wall blocking your heart, and themirror are distance to you, like a cloning world of your unbearable life.Even a single breathe is so heavy to take.

The book you read wants to reflect a picture, which you lost in along past, merge in your mind, but slowly, so slowly that you arehard to distinguish.

Baby, is that I love you, or I love your smile, or your shortpants, or just NOTHING.

2007.8.17
afternoon in NTU
college of Medicine

New objective : Making an English blog

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