what lost is already lost. blame it on last time that i never really cherish the time. after this, i have learned that one must face reality and go on with life. even when you’re gone, you will still living in my heart. life’s been ‘returned’ to normal, but something is really missing. the time when you called, the voice that you talked, the good food that you cooked, the dumplings you made for everyone of us. the presence is already gone, i really miss you alot.

life is like a morning dew

it is so fragile that when it drip to the ground, the life ends. when it dries up, the life as a dew ends.

must treasure everything i have already, should not have live with regret like now.

 i miss my ahma.