Saturday, August 02, 2008
dance.
seems to be so complex.
it used to be a platform to bring everyone together.
and then it became a platform where everyone's splited.
in school, in huiguan, in studio. it's all the same.
all the memories. all the laughters. all the fun.
and when it's time to say byebye, everything's forgotten.
be happy it brought us together , or be sad it brought us so much troubles.
are those who are quarreling suffering more than those who tried to stop the quarrels?
i dont know.
and i guess, i'll never know.
but i'm still glad i'm in dance, in the past, in the present.
in the future? i dont know.
seems to be so complex.
it used to be a platform to bring everyone together.
and then it became a platform where everyone's splited.
in school, in huiguan, in studio. it's all the same.
all the memories. all the laughters. all the fun.
and when it's time to say byebye, everything's forgotten.
be happy it brought us together , or be sad it brought us so much troubles.
are those who are quarreling suffering more than those who tried to stop the quarrels?
i dont know.
and i guess, i'll never know.
but i'm still glad i'm in dance, in the past, in the present.
in the future? i dont know.
what we could have been, 1:37 am.
