Sometimes life is like picking up shattered piecesBut you never know if you could ever put them together again
*this morning, one of Tatming's old songs is playing over and over again in my head... and I have no idea which one is it.
--- after a couple of hours and consulted my 2nd elder sister, it's "Windless Autumn."
5 comments:
Sometimes you don't need to worry about that kind of things. As you are on your knees to pick up the pieces, God would put forward his hands and catch your tears. Then you just hold his hand and you would be up again.
Whether the shattered pieces could be together or not is not your concerns anymore, as you could now look ahead and leave all the histories as histories.
五: oh u suddenly become so religious. :) ha. thanks.
well, I was, and you are, so I should write something in that direction just to lighten you up! =)
the picking up process is what matters most. whether they can be put together again is destined to be a joint task.
五: thanks.
aulina: joint task? it's my life, i have to pick them up myself.
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