Looking out of window, through your window, from the way you laying on the chair, I know you are dead. Your legs and head dropping,body is on the chair.

 

I was holding your body, only bones, not flesh. I hold your neck gentle and try to lift your head to see your face,

 

Then I wake up,room is bright with moonlight spread in.

 

I felt no fear, wanted to go back in dream.But was not able to.

 

Sometimes, ghost visits.

 

If I fall in love with you

I hear you when you say

I embrase you when you sad

I share your happiness

I acompany you the way to your dream

 

I know you'll do the same

If you love me

 

Let me meet you

When you are still young

When I am still young

So we can grow up together

Grow old together

Share same memory

Of happiness, of sadness

 

Let me meet you at our noon

 

 

Somehow his words touch me.

 

A person who experienced pain,accept it with understanding, tells it in calmness, it alwasy moves me. James Blunt's, Bruce Springsting's, Sinead O'Conner's, Xuwei's...

 

Sorrow in calmness has more power than just screaming.

 

 

April Sun warms up the whole city.

 

Tianjin of this season is dry. Willow flower and dust occupy the air. I was once almost chocked by a willow flower who misrecoganized my throat as a cave to hide and rushed into it. Everyone calls you Jiejie (sister), it took a while to understand why.Now I know it is just like Xiaojie, a common greeting to a female. You don't hear cars blow the horns like crazy as Shanghai does.And we can cross the street when lights are still red. I guess you can call Tianjin a passenger friendly place. 

 

Beside these, Tianjin still has a lot to be found out.