with a heart of hope...

she left the castle...try to understand the castle, the prince and everything she have experienced from a more...overview angle...

although saying good-bye is so hard...there should be a reunion day...



[london to hong kong]

although...

the wall of the castle is still so thick and stubborn...she imagine there must be a beautiful garden inside...



[krakow, poland]

she...

turn to the little prince...to be her listener and friend...true friend



[the first church in Nova Huta, krakow, poland]

when even...

classic music can't save the day...



[cathedral concert, krakow, poland]

but...

perhaps that was the problem of being underground...

soon the air become bitter instead of sweet...



[wieliczka, krakow, poland]

one day...

he met someone like him...sensitive and gentle...

of course, they had their best times next to the river, next to candle lights, next to flowers and trees...



[krakow, poland]

once upon a time...

there was a prince living in his own castle...



[krakow, poland]

first impression

is it necessary to be that cold...it is not about the weather...












well, hostel is the home of a voyager...



[krakow, poland]

painting

painting is painting; canvas is not canvas



[brighton, UK]

a grand beautiful bright brighton day!

[brighton, UK]

say good-bye...

it is easy to say hello; not that easy to say good-bye
How should I follow? Sometimes close but sometimes not
I feel we are close but you say it is not
I feel we are far but you say it is not
What do you feel?

Sunshine under trees, cool and warm, warm and cool...



[london, UK]

home wanted

Traditional chinese says "you depend on family at home; you depend on friends away from home" But...wait a minute, where is my home? My home is not a country, is not a city, is not a house. It is a someone. To the best of my knowledge, I am homeless...

When I am down, I try to think of my favorite things, sometimes it brings me up. Words are my friends. Writing clear my mind. A drawing might bring out an idea; a writing might bring out my mind.

Someone tells me, if one can write, calculate and drive, one can success. Well, forgot to add my point of view, first I can calculate, then I can drive, finally, I can write too (as an interest). But all through my life (so far), I can draw. Before I ever started to write a word, started to count numbers, started to touch the steering wheel. Drawing creates my world. Ironically, there are just words for today! ^_^



[brighton, UK]