“The Caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom”
Unruly lonesomeness approached with every growing time.
Time stops for no one but it tends to restrain us.
It will bury memories, but they are never fully wiped out despite the distance of time.
In the tunnel of time, we are all the same.
With every movement made, another cycle of life repeats itself
HAHAHA DAMN RIGHT
Hope is lost. Faith is broken. A fire will rise.
Rays of hope
Brunch at Tai ya po point! (Wulai) (Taken with Instagram at 泰雅婆婆美食店)