This is a story about another me.
2013.10.22 Each door leading to a different place, but I was afraid to open it.
2013.03.05 I took a louts my father left to me, set out in the moonlight.
2013.10.17 Lots of light left in the day, lots of road to go.
2013.03.25 I came to a bright city, but I feel here is only me and my shadow.
2013.10.23 When it started raining, I wish here to meet with you.
2013.10.27 When the rain turned into snow, white color cover this city, I was still alone on my way.
2013.10.30 At the top of city, I threw a paper plane. I think it will become a white bird.
2013.08.04 Suddenly, I saw another little you in the corner.
2013.11.10 Another you stand in a group of fox.
2013.10.06 It conjures up some great memories from my own childhood. I will talk them later.
2013.11.25 But the most gratified thing is the memory with you.
2014.03.16 Where are you?
2014.03.24 I cross the ocean, You are not here.
2014.03.25 I dived into the deep sea,You are not here.
2014.03.26 I ride through the forest, You are not here.
2014.03.20 Memory make me crazy, I start to see everything in the strong color.
2014.03.23 I let the water washed myself to calm me down.
2014.03.30 I'm afraid I won't see you again.
2014.05.24 I`m lost.
2014.03.29 White bird pick me up. As we passed the memory of the planet, I suddenly saw a picture.
2014.05.25 The last time I saw you, in this endless desert. You told me that you want to go to Terk city.
2014.05.14 I told the White bird, take me to the Terk city.
2014.09.23 Is that you?
2014.09.25 I remeber.
2014.09.26 It`s you.
2014.09.24 We finally got to the tower. You and me.
2014.09.27 You are here let me find myself in the mirror, I think I know the new routes now.
2014.09.28 You finally agreed, and We took the next passenger liner, go to the Star Valley.
2014.09.29 The Red Evil Trumpeter appeared on a rock at the edge of the sea. When he blew the horn, the Tower appeared on the horizon.
2014.09.30 We fell into the sea, when I wake up you have disappear. The Tower appeared in front of me.
to be continued ...
Daily Update
My wife Jidi is a picture books writer, she often deep in her world. When she refused to talk to me or locked herself in her room writing and drawing, I would like to draw some pictures to kill time T_T
