Moment by Moment
Every moment is the path of truth, and we walk by.
I do not remember the touch of sowing hands. Taken care of by the attentive gardener, my sprout shot little by little. Muddled, innocent, ignorant, nourished by education I was. The observation had been proceeded silently; I was waiting, waiting to blossom fiercely; thought the gather of nutrient was plenty enough. Showing my bright colors to the world to win everyone’s eye, I blossomed. Yet, how soon I noticed my insignificance; how soon I closed my tawdry petals. Quietly my fruits were born. Quietly I prayed for the taste of fruity sweetness, which may be shared to the one I love. Yet, I believe I will end up withering with nothing. I believe we all will do.
"我們經過的每個時刻，都是每一個真實。"
忘了最初是怎麼樣被播下，但經由園丁細心的照料後，總算能慢慢的發出苗芽。還懵懂不清的我，只能吃著教育的養分，靜靜的看著周遭。直到以為足夠了，我便心急地打開花苞，巴不得全世界看到我的色彩。不過一感受到自己的渺小，便又快速地收起艷麗庸俗的花朵，再默默地結起一顆顆的果實，想著也許有天能嚐到它的甜美，並分享給我愛的人。 而到最後，我想我會枯萎，我想我們都會。
