It's late now. I'm still at work. Don't feel like doing anything, just sitting here listening to Yiruma. Yiruma's music always makes me feel sad, but at the mean time, I feel peaceful, feel like I want to write something. But my mind is unclear, and I can't find a way to organize it. Often I think I'll just write it down; I'll write down my story, write down the good and the bad. Then I'll just put it in the closet and go on with my life. And maybe one day when I am really old, I'll take it out and read it, what will I feel at that time? Will I still cry, maybe I will be too old to cry; maybe my body will be so dry that it doesn't contain tear any more. Will I still feel the same way as I feel now? Maybe I'll just tell myself, how silly you are when you are at that age, how immature you are when you deal with feelings at that time; maybe I'll just laugh at myself. But still, I want to write it down, no matter what happened, I want to remember it.
Wondering how the story will end? Good story always has a sad ending, is this a good story? Maybe when I start to write, it will have its own life, it will know what the end will be like, will it?
