The high wall of Bastille blocked my sight, so that I can not see those walking people on the square. But only can hear the sound of talking and discussion, and the voice of walking is strangely familiar with knocking on the wooden door. Standing alone beside the wall and hearing the sound on the other side of it, sometimes become fast, sometimes become soft. I have no idea what happened but only under my imagination. Maybe it was a war, or maybe it was a celebration.
It seems to show me my most dreadful life, come and go like a computer program, and time swallow the sun and noon as same as the evil curse the power of angel to fly. The winter shortens the sun shine and weakens the warm air. When I want to size how much I lost, it seems I cam such a tiny one even don’t need to be mentioned. It looks like one chapter of exciting song, no more soft and peace can match it, only left the strong melody to move your mind passing of every second of every hour. I want to have a long distance journey. It reminds me the awful excuse is growing to be a rainforest, and I found there is a wild flower on the floor of my house, swing in the freezing wind, and cold air is deep seep into fiber, it seems tell me a fairy tales, the light and soft ring from the bell.
When there is a snow, I walk on it with the sound of trampling. Someone told me once that she would feel total gloomy naturally in winter, just like a necessary process. Can not escape or skip. But I said to her the moods and weather is always be together in a close relationship, what is more, not only you just feel hot or cold but your feelings scratch your peace heart into pieces with your past memories. Even the drum can not stop you or even pause for a second. It feels like you are in a small boat floating on the sea, then suddenly a strong wave comes to you and pushes you to the reef.
Back to the reality, get a bus with no real place to go. Still can not see through the wall of Bastille, I watched the landscape slowly change as it clung to the last hours of sunlight. It is funny, the fast I run after the last sunlight, and the less warm I could get from the sun. Because there is an army in front of me but I could still feel a faint shift in a far away place. A current of unknown consequences is on its way. Moving towards me like an unstoppable wave of fate.