The part i resent most from my grief is to feel powerless to bring back that lost love.

Movies portrayed a far too perfect, misleading fact to lives. I live in a world deprived of perfect feelings to deliever the perfect lines at the perfect time. When the magic is gone, Cinderella has to go. Fairy tales can be choreographed, but the loveliness in these events is not available in real life. Movie, is like a reflection, pointing out what's missing in our lives. It merely tells us, 'Hello... do you know how deprived u are of perfection?'

The once young and naive soul of mine, who plotted future love life as flawless as the angels, til then, has yet to cascade.

A sip of liqueur, a sad love song, a faint aroma of candles. Slipping into the sinking darkness, into the night.

Signing off,
Qin