A Thought
The stroll, a step. The talk, a word. The air, a breath. The time, a moment. The living, a scene.
Thoughts by darienlee (418)
問你 問我 問他
當我突持知覺醒來時 知道還在街角蕩然遊 以為還在夢幻往前事 其是現實不停各方沖 問你生活怎樣繼續走 問我思想怎樣走正路 問他憑藉怎麼作決策 問眾是否還知人道議 就是人道正義與良心 再問自己天賦的自由 還是存在或已遠遠離
Happiness
I truly believe freedom makes happiness.
My Freedom
If physical freedom is restrained under tyranny, at least the unspoken thoughts within the mind is freedom although it's terribly sad. I'm more fortunate that when I play piano, I can find my own freedom.
Where am I?
Walking out to get lunch takeout, I suddenly entered a momentary amnesia because I asked me "Where am I?". Then, I broke out of this delirium by the knowing that the 'Hong Kong people' have disappeared but left with the disgraceful 'new comers'. So, the actual question I should ask with a clear mind is, "Where is Hong Kong?"