Recently I have no impulse to write diary, actually the monday I had a day-off. And this is a tomb sweeping day to clean the graves of their ancestors. I don't know why this week I am not in the mood. Sometimes I feel surprised that some westerns got bored every day. Perhaps my thinking is too complex, I always think a lot. Since I thought too much in this period, I chose emptied my blog. Several times I wanted to write my feeling down in Chinese, but I cannot. Without you, everything is meaningless, I would like to tell you my recent events and feelings, I can tell you that I despair of future in here once again? Only because I am on the cross-strait economic course. Then I also feel I can do nothing after I stayed up late for two consecutive nights with a Japanese women talking about the politics in Asia.
There was a schoolmate asked me whether I had a feeling that love and hate on here. This is probably what I feel at this moment. Now it is in the rain, I close my eyes and listen. I thought of the first time we met that my city was also raining. I can hear the lonesome sound of the sky as it cries. At present, I want to escape this predicament, you know I am not really brave. I want to write many metaphor sentence in Chinese to you, yet I must write blogs in English until this language can speak fluently as my mother tongue.
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