终。量

I have been thinking a lot these days.

Not brooding on the chicken-and-egg problem off course ;)

A great, kind, and nice lady passed away - when in fact, at the back of everyone's mind I guess, our minds have played a great illusion. Considering her age, we never thought there would be such day. Living every day, taking every breath as it is for every second, death, is just so far-fetched.

It is like watching for meteor rain. Majestic.
The trajectories they made before the impact of landing strikes. A hard crash on the ground, when us observers, are yearning for more; hearts still immersing in moments where they lit up the dark sky, leaving traces at the moment we are watching.
The beautiful ended spectacularly, got resurrected in our memories.

流星的重量，在撞击地球层面时最轻。
如果灿烂后，陨落是无可避免的事实，也许一颗轻巧的心能将灿烂带到最后。

我也许不会记得很多观流星时的点滴。
但我会记得，流星曾在我的生命中划过。

谢谢你轻轻地展开翅膀在我生命中飞过，让我看见了天使的容颜~