Blink_by_Chung-Pei_Shu

In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. It pass through my face like river. I SEE THE DOOR IS OVER THERE, AFTER A MOUN TAIN AND ANOTHER MOUNTAIN. I see it hangs on the sky, shining, it is open, I want to touch it but it is too far away.

I fall into dark blue ocean, see the d o o r starts getting blurry. And I keep myself in the cold ice wate r.