Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Night too quiet

Silence kills.
Especially silent night.
When no one is awake.
Accompanied by nothing but only those stupid pig head reports.



明月几时有 把酒问青天 不知天上宫阙 今夕是何年


悄悄地跟你说, 夜晚可怕的不是黑, 是‘空’。
而最最最可怕的, 是‘无’。
无因无果,无情无欲,无声无息,却又无穷无尽地残存,那是最最最最可怕的东西。

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