My eyes are full of tears while I am listening to music, my mind flows, recollecting those old days with my sweetheart, and with his exuding tenderness from words and eyes, hormone works unexpectedly.

A wave of lamentation just surrounds me, which makes me even sad, I can't help asking myself, where has our passion gone? when we were so deeply devoted to each other, care each other and miss each other. It has just gone... the answer is wafting in the air...

I get used to forget the sweet words, gazing eyes and the good time we spent, because they are gone forever, what's the use to take them back and chew the diluted feelings?

Yet I just can't resist the tremendous power music pours on me, slight sob escaped from my restraint and get released, tears wets the cuff of my coat, I have thought that I had got rid of those sentimental stuff and become immune to any kind of its influence, yet there is an exception in front of music.

I don't intend to make myself obsessed to the loss and gain of this sort of passion for the gone is gone and I can't prevent something unpredicable in the future, yet I make myself accommodate to the  change, which is the unchangeable thing in the world, and I must be grateful of the change, this is life when we still have it.