Tomorrow is December.

Is this a night after dinner,

sitting in this coffee lounge listening to Christmas songs,

working on a supposedly finished pile of cuts,

instead of diving into the sea of bed beside the fire place.

Even when it is supposed to be stressful,

even when we are suppose to die before the noon after dawn,

this is actually the last semester that we'd spend in the year-end, cozy.

Even when it starts to rain,

I feel like I'm sighting all these through a frame from a manga chapter.

How nice it is to still be around.

Periodic Table.

On the morn that I woke up,

Sunday was gentle.

I was finally out of the glass room, strolling in the garden.

Recollecting them pieces,

it was crazy, or should I put it magnificent,

that this pace is a very smooth one,

too smooth that it was hard to notice any signs.

....that it was so much a form of give and take,

proportioned that it seems,

so much like the law of nature.

I didn't have to think complicated,

when I made no hesitations to give,

I saw you come back in return.

It was as pure, as honest, as direct as it seems,

there was nothing hidden behind the naked eye.

I am more than grateful on what comes upon me.

Thank you.

表达。

今天 好愉快

好像不知发生什么 一样

为什么在收敛又透漏

然后不自禁再 躲起来

好像重新再来

一个新生命

我突然迟钝

心想

……再想，

还是不懂要怎么说。

我并不懂得如何表达，

此时无声胜有声

（语无伦次）

好 快乐

忘不了。

你对我的教诲

我 深深记着

我 真的不懂如何感激你

除了 澎湃打滚 的表达

这个被教育传授的心情

我会一直保护它

直到 我们再见

谢谢你

Moo.

There was a lorry beside the car,

on a stucked traffic,

that you could not bother to add on extra thump of blood through the vessels,

and then you just drive,

like the other lifeless zombies to the graveyard.

Then you heard something that you weren't supposed to notice,

"on the way back home",

that there was a cow, standing on the lorry.

She's in choco brown.

Not too fat nor skinny,

rather small she is.

I even intend to moo to her

on a half-hanged window

of all the things I do, besides driving.

And I was then reminded about Hari Raya Haji the day after.

One lonely moo in a lorry,

I couldn't function much on thinking,

but to be trapped in emotionally... just lets me down,

of the cow,

heading to the same direction we all are destined,

settled on the other side of an unknown.

For the purpose of being sacrificed,

moo- rest in peace.

Selamat Hari Raya Haji,

Salam Aidiladha to the muslim friends.