"The storms of the past carved me like a blade, breaking my wings, yet still... I must fly.
Following the light, I'll forget you; memories wear down into the shape of my stubbornness.
I'll use the light in the dark of night to make it face a song that lasts forever.
I'll cross the river of life, never regretting my madness.", Zhang Bichen, "Where the Light Leads"
P.S. Thanks to Zhang Bichen for "Where the Light Leads."
These are some little things about me. I'll update from time to time once I've sorted out my thoughts.
Theme: Forgetting as I piece things back together
