Congratulations

An hour ago, a dear friend called me, and told me she thinks that she is getting married. She being the girl who always have a special place in my heart. Honestly, I did not know what to think at the point of time. I think there was a long moment of blank but the first emotion and thought that came to me was that I felt happy for her. A real sort of happy.

真的是打从心底的，祝福她。希望他能够给她幸福。祝他们开开心心，白头偕老，幸福美满，子孙满堂。

In my heart. Always.

Paris

Awoke by seemingly never satisfied hunger.

Roamed the quaint, quiet bustling capital of France. Trains of unknown faces. With a glass of a dazzling ruby red, facing an ancient square, endured the cold whispering wind and lavishing in memories of the past.

Thus, back to the world of books.

Sounds of wheels grating over the cobblestone streets. A dull ray stubbornly got past the sunscreen. A reminder of a new day.

The accordion echoing in the winding tunnels of white tiled walls, plastered everywhere with old faded news and defaced movie posters. Trains full of ghosts and a couple of slumbering people. Quiet and unnerving.

A traditional cafe filled mosaic tiles and a neon lighted bar. People going about their own business. Simple breakfast with a beautiful coffee. Splendid.

The tourists-packed streets of Montmartre on a Sunday. Young and old, looking for gems of any kind. Had a chance meeting with Salvador Dali. Stepped into the Sacré-Cœur, tranquil and yet filled with fervent prayers. On the nearby steps, a crowd was heard applauding. As I passed, time seems to stop. The last song of the day was so familiar yet so distant.

Le surrealism, c'est moi.