The tower in Dalat is under the mist, so dreamy.
I walked by the window hurrily and submitted imperfect reports as the end of today.
It was 9:30 pm.
My heart was very weired in the two days.
It thought of some people who may walk out my life already, some exhibitions I once saw in Taiwan, the suburban lanes under the sunshine where I once learnt architecture classes...
I started to aware I am getting older as the old time flew again and again.
Some are sorrowful but I know they are very valuable and I also have deeper visions to see through them and
I would like to say ''yes, thanks for you accompaning me for a while... even I am still sorry that we cannot keep traveling together. ''
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I am not comprehensed fully what the poem Directive talking about.
''Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,
There is a house that is no more a house
Upon a farm that is no more a farm
And in a town that is no more a town.''
''Here are your waters and your watering place.
Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.''
They are the beginning and the end.
Why not celebrating the end of our stories and I know you will meet someone
very suitable for you.
As
''The height of the adventure is the height
Of country where two village cultures faded
Into each other.''
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