thi ha tran

Alone time

I can imagine other people's family joy, lively and very life, that must be colorful, and I, can only be now, a green lamp, a few stacks of scrolls, a number of manuscript paper, in cold and dull in the time. A person, alone, alone, a little lonely, a little lonely, such a day as drinking a cup of water. Yet I never lamented, "When will this day be over?" Because I'm comfortable with this kind of life. I have been pursuing, looking for, but also creating a detached and indifferent realm. Alone days, so to speak, is another way of life in my home.