I have not come back here for long. Recently, I spent lots of time on poems for my other Chinese blog. Life is full of up and down, mood came to me in the same way. Sometimes I felt so encouraged, but very quickly I dropped in the corner of my dark world again.

So, I keep thinking and try to find the answer, what is the value of my life. And if I could design for my death, what would my death look like. It could be more valued than a life?

Death, the sweetest word in my dictionary. I always can’t help myself to thinking of it. Death designer, why is there no single job about it?

I repeat the question to myself, what’s the purpose to live life. It could be a kind of responsibility for ones I love. But I hardly enjoy it, most of time I felt so tired to keep every breath.Every day, I walk from home to office, and from office to home again. I walk along the street, sit in a cubical, lay down on my bed, but my soul has flown away from my body and never come back. In a subjective world with a lot of imagination, I beg for the pure peace and the respect to death, as well as life. No more sadness and tear, no more hurt and vengeance, no more prejudice and repel…