Flow.

Sadness,

flows like a stream.

To the floor,

to the streets,

to the sea.

Where art thou my dear,

I tried hard not to seek for you.

The day I most fear,

is just as near as my eyelids.

For the mask will not be shed off anymore,

gute nacht.

呼唤

晚上 风的呼唤

心被侵袭

顿时隔着四面墙 内只剩颗白球

我不知道 不知不觉

球飞了起来

四处游荡

游到了一个似陌生的仙境

它喜欢 喜欢逗留在那个地方

如果我离不开

这仙境山谷

我会一直坠入

放开

直到 有值得离开的泉源

现在让我 醉一下

在你的怀里

- 黑白

Peace.

今天

除了你之外

我学 了一个新去向

是 平静

这时刻

我顿时觉得

好 宽阔 好 舒畅

漂浮在 风平浪静的蓝布上

而你

就是 照耀着我的蓝天

发射你的光芒

染透了 我脚下的布

（我想说这个

好久好久了）

不过 这个

我再说一次

也会一直留给你

——谢谢

Ji Lang Ji Pua.

Ivy,

now I've figured out why this song appear in my head suddenly.

It is because not long ago (the previous Chinese New Year),

I have been watching too much TV,

which has this as part of its movies,

and this song happen to be its OST.

Come to think of it,

I like this movie.. because it feels so real? Although it's one of the Singaporean's technic of manipulation in their productions...I seem to willingly surrender to it- to this cliche script and ironic expressions.

Above that, this song actually warms me up so easy. It feels like a cradle song, to put all into bed.

(And all of a sudden, I feel that this place has alot of things to cheer of, instead to grief upon, so... everyone has the right to have a happy ending, or even to be happy concurrently.)

(当下，当下！）

I wish I could spread my urge of expression.

心—

很久没这么开心了

我的夜晚没有这么开花 过

使得 我突然敏悦起来

谢谢你 :)

Circuit.

The celebration of World Statistics Day acknowledges the importance of national and international statistics and aims to strengthen the awareness and trust of the public in official statistics.

Weeks ago, there was this act of disagreement to the statement above.

Bullshit statistics,

when the other is trying to prove so hard that it is never easy to conduct one?

I was just thinking, why would rebellious thoughts scatter for the sake of being egoistic? Is it a form to prove its existence in the mere wide leeway?

Why, as one thinks that he himself is expended, that he has the power to turn everything upside down, so called the power to speak, but not have his eyes open and see the purpose of every happening?

It is sort of amusing to witness this drama everyday.

To grow old doesn't mean that you have to be different from who you were.

Please save a lil innocence in yourself as you move on...

このままじゃ

I am relieved on what went over.

As in, it finally came to an end, this dreamy lil situation.

In fact, there are no more better ways to end this up.

Wasn't it too hard to handle,

or too easy to obtain,

the pace wasn't too encouraging nor forceful,

and it is still as natural as it could be.

From now on, it is another point of start.

I shall turn back and give you an expression of the innocent-

"Thank you."