I was in St. Paul's Church the other afternoon. It was an extraordinary place, perfect combination of religion and architecture. After a tour inside the ground floor, I sat there waiting for the evening prayer.

 

I looked upon the roof, found a sunshine going through the windows on the right on the piano.  I sensed a strength internal of my mind. Love, is a heavy and generatic declaration. Comfront of responsibility, it is almost become nothing.

 

The evening song began, I noticed one line from the PSALMS OF DAVID: He keepeth all his bones so that not one of them is broken. I suddenly couldn't help wondering, who is keepeth my heart then? Although it may broken already...

 

I understand, no matter how remarkable our love is, it is not possible to beyond the last line in my heart and become the excuse of your irresponsibility...

 離奧運會開幕還有一周年的時間，沒想到這么快就感受到奧運會忙碌的氣氛，就不多發表什么評論了，持續抱怨對身體不好。

 

總之，不敢想象明年會怎樣，做好視死如歸的準備吧。

 

忙！好忙！真的好忙！實在太忙了！！