以前拍照都为了艺术，为了美观。
当双手握着照相机握了几年，看法和观点也渐渐改变了。
经历了事故，体会了情绪，
让我从新认识了相机。
相机能把每一刻给永远的记载下来。
当快门一眨，它就制造了一个人们永远都回不去的回忆。
时间久了，人会改变，但照片仍然留下人们最单纯的那一刻。
人生往往预测不了未来，分分钟那照片记载着某些人的最后一个笑容。
现在握着相机觉得有了更大的意义。
喜欢拍下人们的笑容，情绪，帮助他人记载回忆。
因为那都是人生的过程，一旦过了就再也回不去。

It rains...

so worry about the things that imagined...
so insecure for the smoothness of the progress...
so coward to the happening...
and slowly, it makes me to believe...
believe that it's difference now...

But there's always something...
something obstacle that will hold you back~
in the worst timing...
the ugly truth...
would never accepted easily...

used to speak and sharing always,
but it changed...
quiet and silence,
maybe the best way...
just let it become a story that never known...
which hiding behind a joker mask,
sorrowfully...

waiting the chance to come or...
waiting the time to pass...
never know...

untitled rhythm

halt the steps,
heed to the back,
deliberate for the annals...
mournful sounds of invisibility,
set down in mind,
obstacles and obstructs...
killing sagacious...
gaining no cognitive...
Chance and chances,
relinquish and relinquishes,
better way?
Inebriate of mental,
still the feeling encumbered...
timid or intellect?
Soaked in the state,
of pair and guardian...
yes or no?
Unpredictable hereafter,
unexpected narrative,
unspeakable reason...
My rhythm of heartbeat,
this is it...

Always be there for you...

It's impossible that...
day never rains...
sky never dark...
But when it comes,
umbrella we will share,
light we will find,
to light up the place u fall...

Be strong...be tough...
every duration contains limitation...
long or short,
don't badger...
we never leave...
We were still us,
we were still here,
we were still same...

Day by days...
Improvement of yours,
cheerful we will...
Strength of heart of yours,
proud we feel...
Brave of yours,
touch we are...
Efforts of yours,
we will see...

Must keep on,
the efforts...
We know you can...
We know you will never disappoint us...
And remember...
We will always be there for you...

Emotional control

Emotional belongs to every man-kind,
it colour our life which contains less saturation.
But somehow,
it assassin our intellect.
When nervous come with panic,
here comes the anger,
it ruins our mind,
and it causes us to be impatient.
What will people do when they are impatient?
They scold, they scream, they being impolite.
In the other hand,
when some people's authority getting higher,
they started to be arrogant,
they only will know what they did were wrong
when their reputation are dropping.

Instead of being control,
why not we choose to control them?
It is very easy to be control,
if you intended to do so.
When you getting mad,
just try to bear it for a few minutes,
and stop thinking about the occasion for a while.
Always do things when we are in fair mood,
it's really help.

The Promise

I played the piano...
with the memory of your back,
which become smaller and smaller,
and finally gone...

I non-stop playing it,
but will she turn back to me?
the promise still existing?
never and ever...

The melody from the score
is not longer following...
but why the concern is still there?
because i love you...

The violin is leaving,
left only the brush...
just only can feel your existing...
but never touch you anymore...

The cat crying at the midnight...
i heard...
but can never pity it...
because it belongs to other...

The promise,
that we did on the day...
will never forgotten...
and always remember...

Memory of you...

It happens again...
a lonely night,
and the sound of cry from the isolated star...
soulfulness of deplorable becomes tears,
tears become raindrops...
which are perpetuate...

Listen to the pastorale,
life of sorrowful was graved...
The abandoned love,
thwarting by the cold blood...
The yelling of helpless,
being conceal behind the false face...

Our love,
corresponding the owl that never met the hawk...
Searching for the colour of green,
during the autumn season,
epitomize the inconceivable in us...

Desiring the discomfiture,
gone with the wind...
And the lyrics...
touch the heart of you...
and so the journey began...



written by : Kp 1/10/2009