Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Years after I have passed on, who else will remember me? My family? My friends?
Maybe I'll see my sister getting married, having kids. My parents helping to look after their grandchildren.
Close friends of mine moving on, getting higher studies, marrying the woman of their lives, leading a happy life together.
But the future is always there for us to create. It's in our hands. Thus the future.
思念是一种病 {5:13 pm}
