December~ The time has long passed when sitting beside grandpa, watching the snow outside, piece by piece, white and pure. I used to played in the snow when I was a kid, but all that memory seems to be far away now, after all, it has been 14 years since I've left my snowy kingdom.

 

Winter is a season with a plenty of romantic stories. It always reminds me of the happiness that I've experienced last winter, last last winter, and last last and last winter......ate ice cream together, sat in the middle of the football field, listened to his lowest tune singing "happy birthday"...... I took all that he gave me for granted and never worried about anything as long as I'm with him, and when one day suddenly I discovered he's no longer bolonged to me, I felt so incomplete and helpless. I depended so much on him. We are still good friends, though we have always been being throught a lot, though I never rely on him any more. For friends, most of the time, hurts are easier to be ignored than thanks, right?

 

I like winter, like its freezing and fresh air which can cool down my mind to think more clearly; like its slight sunshine, telling me to cherish the short warm and bright. It's the season of mine, I can feel myself , can converse with myself, can accompany myself. Maybe I'm lonely and may be not. I've been used to be alone.

 

I wish, I were a piece of snow, falling down gracefully, lightly, and slowly; lying on the earth peacefully, honorably, and softly. Live a simple life in this white white world. When the sun comes out, melt with my companies in the embrace of the sun light, burning to death.

And back to the beginning...back to life...