金庸

飞天连雪射白鹿
笑书神侠倚碧鸳

Long time

Funny,
it's like reading another person's blog

How long had it been? one year? half a year?

Time is blowing past
swift and soundless
it doesn't really matter
it doesn't

I am still me
in a new place
with new name
and a year older

The new and old me
I lost something, and gained some more

I wish for the future
I strive under pressure

There's more happiness
something more

It's going to be different

No more illusion
no more


Not a child any more


Reality is cruel and hard
but also keeps us growing

A harder mask
A harder heart


You are not a child


No place for insecurity
No place to mourn your loss

when it begins
you are just like any body


No longer a child


and strange
I feel it happening
every bit of me growing different

the mind works different
and so does the world