Lian's photos

The last roll of Shanghai GP3 in my stock, shot for the song playing at that moment...

He sat there with a notebook but could find nothing to write down. The sun set bit by bit. When the swans finally merged into the darkness, he decided to leave and dropped the notebook with all the nonsense into the water. His world regained its balance.

At each beginning of the stories he saw sad foreshadowing, but he just refused to believe it, until came the lonely end...

"要知道伤心总是难免的，在每一个梦醒时分……“

"我初初见你，人群中独自美丽……“

... before another meeting...

The story started long long ago...

"It's not the spring trees that swing. It's your heart..."

It turned dark. I went back to this side of the gate and found no lights here.

"Would you like to join us? You seem to have no friend here."

Suddenly I felt so sad in the dream, as if I lost someone affectionate. But I didn't know who she was, or I just had lost her before she could have belonged to me...

- Hey, I guess you're still there? · Yes, don't worry. I can't leave. I love you.

“Please don't pretend to love me. I'm silly and will take it seriously..."

The night was so cold. He couldn't help wondering if he would have to fall in love with someone to aviod solitude. Then he kept walking and realized he could have many shadows... (If you are interested, please view the picture in large and black.)

“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.” —— Vincent van Gogh (30 March 1853 - 29 July 1890)

"How can I be so infatuated with you? I'm asking myself I was able to give up anything but never wondered it's so hard to leave you today ..."

Just for the songs looping in my laptop now... I guess we often can't see our ridiculousness when we are in passion, just some of us are so fear of the life without passion, while others are so fear to appear ridiculous... "My neighbourhood queen, are you still kissing cowboys that cry, Josephine?"