Still the sound echos in my ears:
Are you going to Scarburough Fair.......
Remember me to one who leved there.....
She once was a true love of mine....
.......
Between the salt water and the sea strand......
Then she'll be a true love of mine.......
.......
This gives me a tranquil feeling of missing sombody, remind me of some touching experience which will never come again, lead me deep doubt about the righousness of my choices......
" Two loads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could,
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
........
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." ------By Fobert Frost
Are we lonely as the one who creates us, will life be saved by the mecy of the one who promised to our ancestors....... I wonder, and I hope, at least pray for our offsprings:
"Some say, the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice,
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice." ------By Robert Frost
Ice, just like the energy-consuming lonelyness, which sucks up life from our spirit, causes many a miserable story. Maybe it's cool, just turn around, and walk away; Maybe it's easy, just close up the window towards the noise fair and keep a quiet inner world; Maybe.......
However, there will be a heart you've disappointed once, the pity grows with your coldness and your blindness. A fact can never be erased, a scar remains forever!
Lonely, the courage to suffer such burden, the willing to pay for such dark-romance, just to free his or her beloved from any hurt..... one who chooses to bear quietly.....
