A few months ago I mentioned about an expectation of a better something. "What is that?" Someone asked me. "Well, I am not sure. Maybe a better result of students' performance in the role play contest." My best friend thought it would be a better "someone". Unfortunately, no.
In time I found the asnwer. I finally got a better profession, a profession that I will be able to apply what I learned into. A profession that could save my life, including my weakening heart. "What my life will be a month later there?" "Well, I don't know. I'm looking forward to the new life there. Besides, I'm looking forward to searching for something that I lost when I was in Kaohsiung." " Can I find it?" I don't know. I don't know how far the kite has flown. I don't know whether it's too late for me to look for my kite and beg it back to me. " My dear kite, do you hear me?"
23:03 June 17, 2006
2007年10月28日 星期日
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