Songs from the heart.

才话别已深秋,只一眼就花落
窗台人影独坐,夜沉的更寂寞
一段路分两头,爱了却要放手
无事东风走过,扬起回忆如昨.

问世间，情为何物?

(Over)involvement.

突然很想不要飞, 想走路去纽约,
看看这一路, 我曾经忽略的一切.

Involvement, over commitment, causes us to lose track of our surroundings more often than expected. Lose ourselves do we, in the sudden impulses, surges of adrenaline, we neglect, though just minor, seemingly insignificant details, we gradually block out and away from ourselves, the little things, that make life complete. Take for instance, lost sometimes are the times we spend with good friends. If time well spent equates lasting friendships, how we put them aside, often for matters we deem "more important", we lose, much more than we think.

Walk along the beaten track, we run towards our aspirations. Yet most importantly, we do not forget, or miss out, the little things, that make life memorable. Cherish what you have, not only when you've lost it. Stop by the roadside, take a breather, relish in the serenity, and be yourselves. (:

Loss.

Everyday, something inside, some part, just dies off. Your heart hardens, your reservoir of tears dry up, practically, you let go. More usual than wanted, life is about a great exchange -- we receive, we give back in return. Giving back, giving up, forfeiting; it's just a natural part of life, how we face up to reality, or the harsh truth, is all that matters.

What does not kill us, only serves to make us stronger. Step out of your problems, unshackle yourself from the chains of restraint, drop those burdens you have been shouldering, face the world, a free person. We look only forward, for the best, and live on.

'Cest la vie;
'Such is life.

World after the rain.

Fall, rain fall. Of cleansing and purifying you bring. Wash away past remorse; wash away, all the negativity, of the unwanted emotions. Feel the cascading raindrops. Embrace the fresh, light droplets, twirling, swirling they parade in the air. Envision also, the rainbow, magnificent and beautiful. We find always, light in the darkest of tunnels; the most stunning of rainbows come after the worst of the tempest.

Life is full of worries, life is full of hope, yet, we make decisions, and move on. To embrace which, the choice lies in our hands.

Void.

Alone, out in the cold your senses are numbed; the only warmth be running tears. Pain, excruciating yet subtle you feel; fall do you, into the chasms of nothingness. Hold on to forever, if you could. Cherish it, let it slip not into the whispering winds, blown away in the little eddies, till it fades into nothingness..

如果你快乐不是为我, 会不会放手其实才是拥有..

Does one succeed, or does one choose to succeed. Do we fail, or do we choose to fail?

Everyone has his worst moments in life.
And yet, the only difference; who he has beside him in his lowest moments.

Here is thanks to a good friend, who had been there to listen, and to share.

We trudge through beaten down path, going in the direction where most have been, might have been, and would be going. Some call it, the path of success. Some reach the end; others, they give up trying. Tired we are some point in time in this arduous journey, to a future fraught with uncertainties, who is'nt? We begin to question, of the meaning of our goal, our efforts, what it would be like at the end of the tunnel. We ponder over the most insignificant of thought, fragments of uncertainties, never ending chains of worry. Here, a small minority find their way back to the worn out path, others stumble, often into the waiting darkness.

Mostly having fallen, into the engufing darkness we find meaning, we value, cherish what we have, we gain new insights into problems that were, never before noticed. We find also, ourselves. Someone once told me this:

There are two days in a week that we should not worry about. One of these days are filled with blunders, full of pain, guilt and negativity. These cannot be erased, cannot be blocked and is of course, beyond our control. The other of the day is filled with anticipation, both of uncertainties, and of hope. It is full of unfulfilled burdens, of worries; full of promise, full of doubts, and yet, out of our control it is. The first of the days is yesterday, and the second, tomorrow, full of unfulfilled wishes, worries and problems. However, as we all know, and understand that, as the sun rises, whether beyond view in the clouds, or high in the sky, it will be there. Our woes, worries, difficulties alike, beyond a shadow of doubt, are there. How we embrace them, approach them, is what matters. And that leaves only one day that we should worry about -- today, the present.

People fight only the battles of a day. What has already happen today would drive you mad, and what could happen tomorrow would bring you dread. We despair often of what happen in the past, and what is going to happen next, but we don't despair when we're fighting our battles. Fight them till the end we will, and do our best, our utmost, despite the results, we shall.

We can all quit, but what would we do if we were to quit? We can give up, but, what next? More often than expected, we can be winners, we can be the biggest losers, of the two, which would one choose? In our hands lie the choice, our decisions the determining factor.

As the saying goes, "behind every successful man stands a woman" Behind every success story, behind an acheiver, stands people, loyal friends, close partners, the ones we cherish. It is them, who give us the strength, the strength to carry on when we are feeling low. It is them, who give us the deserved applause and the clap on the back when we succeed. It is them, that we should not forget.

And to those who have stood beside me, provided me support and encouragement when needed, thank you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. (:

To those around me, thank you all, for being a part of my life, for who you are, and what you stand for.
怎樣的雨 怎樣的夜
怎樣的我能讓你更想念
雨要多大 天要多黑
才能夠有你的體貼

其實 沒有我你分不出那些差別
結局還能多明顯
別說你會難過
別說你想改變
被愛的人不用道歉

这一次,真的是累了

Prelude.

Time, what of it we treasure, keep, cherish. This is my way of keeping track of time. That I know that years down the road, I have something to remember this specific period of time for what it is. Therefore dear reader, please do not be upsetted should any material that is presented on this site offend you. Afterall, it is unintentional; it is nothing but a simple sharing to my close companions, and definitely, myself, present and future.