Sth never change, sth never stay, they come, and they go, leaving you to find out what they leave to you. A lot of time, i'm in such a living status that i'm totally depressed, but somehow sth else inspires me, i dont call it actual "hope" or "wish", since they are sth that pleasantly forces me to get up and keep going forwards to my frustration, to beat them, conquer them, or maybe, give up in front of them. i have to approache them anyway. sth tells me that, i couldn't just stop there, standing and wondering, i can't afford that sort of waste or rest.

"I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave" —— Face off.

To leave, or to be left, themselves dont upset me too much. but those memory, or except sth physicially apparent, which never go with them, they stay, like your own shadow. There's no shadow if there's no light, and there's no memory, when you sleep. i'm not talking about dreams here. Shadow and memory have one thing in common, they are with you forever.

" 再多的風景也從不停靠 只一心尋找我遺失的美好
有的人說不清哪裡好 但就是誰都替代不了 " ——遗失的美好