好不容易才找到了星期二的半夜，細細聆聽心想說的話…
看著自己的身心，才發現人生的漫長，原來很容易就變成不起眼的過去。 之前不為意的事情，卻在心裡起了迴響，只能怨自己沒有足夠的能力。
昔日看見的一朵黃玫瑰，現在卻是好功愛名的植物… 難道護花之手真的要被批鬥才能夠採摘嗎？
感到意外，是因為手中殘留花中的香味，但花已經不在手上了…
願有心人會其意。
Finally some time for my blog updates...
Looking back to myself, it is not easy to realize that life can be that processive. I review failures, wishing they never existed.
From the past, the yellow rose was cute and pure, but it has become a plant of struggle for fame and ware.
Moreover, some believed that they have rights to chooses what other can have.
But it is unexpected that the plant is nowhere nearby...
Let's hope that someone can decrypt this?
