Saturday, 13 October 2012

We all have history

We all have history
We fall
We rise
Some die.
I had my glorious days
I had my unsung days
But nothing last a trillion years
They will be forgotten
and become history
no matter how many sunrise fore we see.
Never know when we could fall 
 as deep and narrow as the ravine of Owens Valley
Well, life is like a roller coaster.
One thing I assured
I am a survivor
even in the dimmest light
or maybe in a blinded-sight.


Moon cake festival 2012