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Sometimes, I ask myself : Am I a strange person?It seems that I’m so greatly alienated from this world . I am neither good at communicating nor fond of taking photos , I don’t keep the habit of taking diaries, I don’t even care about any formshapes. All my memories are with me , in a silent way. When I awake from midnight, I am sometimes in the shadow of lost, I am in fear of losing all my memories in my head. I want to find a way to memorize all my memories, not painstakingly,not artificially, not old-fashionedly.
When I am aged with poor eyesight and unflexiable movement—cannot look photos , cannot read diaries, cannot dance or play music—the only thing to comply with me will be a familiar melody with lyric filled with old feelings. That is my memory of life. It is beautiful, isn’t it? I want to compose!
I am growing more curious, optimistic,attentive, I start to be grateful to life because I realise that every minute’s memory is sole and beautiful, even through sometimes it is painful.
It was Feb. 24th,2012, only one month left to my Why Me concert. All the colleage are working for the Why Me without day and night. However, I didn’t go to rehearse for my concert that day. I was forced to stay at home brcause of my recurrent sickness of cervical vertebra. I had no alternative but waited at home anxiously. That anxious feeling cannot be waped off till now.
To my surprise, as the twilight fell, I was deeply warmed by the tranquil moon when I sat alone on the windowsill. Then I wrote a piece of works with my hand which I cannot even raise. I name it “The Moon Over the Sea”.
I am grateful to the experience that day because all my experience are beautiful, even though sometimes in pain.