Yesterday
Like a faded diary
Dog-eared pages carry
Words and sentences in slow decay
Faces lost in the mist of a new day
Presence becomes a mere history
Tears and laughs grow stale
The taste of numbness prevades
Then until one day
I met the unknown
In the shadow
Of my own reflection
傍晚在河堤上骑车，原本是要照晚上的烟火的，谁知突然下起了淅沥的小雨，扫兴的我只好又背着一包装备回家了。上面的这张照片是我出门时照的，可以看得出左边的天空还是阳光明媚，右边的天空则已经是乌云压顶了。
Morning~静静的早晨 