The Departure 入殓师

昨晚看了这部戏。。

故事很简单，但却能带出非凡的意义。。

我好爱好爱里头的大提琴。。很感动，真的。。

看着看着不禁流起泪来。。

有机会的话，请你们一定要看。。=）

chinese new year is coming.

not much of anticipation actually.

things have changed a lot. the current is nothing compared to the past.

people are too materialistic, calculative, and self-centered.

the meaning behind chinese new year has long gone with the wind.

the faces that i wished for will only remain as a memory.

i do not know what lies ahead.

it seems to be unpredictable, vague and blurry.

i hope for a better year, with peace and prosperity.

i pray for good health, for everyone around me.

i wish for a more critical-thinking-mind.

i ask for a higher EQ management.

wish that i will be blessed with rings of luck~~

happy chinese new year in advance~

fake world

when everything appears to be so superficial, you can't help but to feel a sense of disgust.

when everyday has to be the same old routine, you can't help but to stop yourself from puking.

when you has always become the topic of discussion of others, you might wonder- am i too good or am i too bad?

when you have no one to understand the struggle within you, you can't help but to feel pathetic.

when you started to doubt yourself, who else out there can give you a sense of security?

you look back at your own reflection in the mirror, starting to feel that this image is sort of unknown, who is that which lies within?

when you are stuck in a stuffy environment, and you hardly can breath, but you still hang on, because there is no door for you to escape.

when you are so badly damaged by the poisonous arrows, you believe you can heal by your own.

in the end, you end up with fibrosis.

you started to not believe in anything you see or listen.

you started to lose confidence in each encounter.

you feel like you have lost the battle, but in fact, you know you have won.

you have lots of thoughts within, but you can't possibly make it right.

everything seems to be scattered. unsynchronized.

you almost forget what have you been previously.

the urge to get out is so great, but you never gonna achieve it so soon.

you know what is the path, somehow.. you deny it.

you hypnotize yourself, but it can't change a thing.

how you wish your world is all by you alone. nothing interferes with the progress.

this is a fake world.

the end