Album My Little Circle from Lian

Corridor to operation room

nobody@ipernity.com (Lian) — Sat, 25 Jun 2016 17:34:03 +0000

Lian has posted:

Could I take a break to count
how many autumns has come and gone
I lost what I'd been searching for
And got what I'd never expected
I don't know If that's my success or failure
What I just seen or heard changed quickly
Don't know what was accountable

What more could I ask for in life
Often I have to decide what to give up and what to keep
With my whole life
I couldn't touch what I wanted before it went away

What more could I ask for in life
I had compromised and tried hard
Once the dream dissipated
How do I retain its glitter

What more could I ask for in life
Who cares about compliments and curses
I didn’t realized
What I'd lost was everything I've got

When your youthfulness is not significant any more...

nobody@ipernity.com (Lian) — Thu, 09 Jun 2016 13:38:29 +0000

Lian has posted:

The picture is for the title. Actually, I borrowed it from a friend's article about his life path. (He's an econometrician. That's why he used the word "significant".) I was moved so much by the article, maybe just because of the title. It reminded me of a comment from an old professor during a talk in last weekend: "You are not young enough to pursue a topic so ambitious". And I replied, "Yes, I'm rational enough to understand that. But I can't help myself".

Road in mountains

nobody@ipernity.com (Lian) — Mon, 21 Mar 2016 19:56:04 +0000

Lian has posted:

"I know the answer is a bit sentimental and not of the 'positive analysis' style. But when I think of all the events happened in my life, I often seem to see a kid stumbling in the woods. I have known all the traps and astries, but he doesn't. He will and has to move on, going through all these by himself. Then I see he comes to me, step by step, closer and closer, finally becomes the 'I'. I don't know what kind of person I would become if I hadn't entered that academy. I'm also curious about the question, but that would not be my story."

I dreamed about that kid
crying in the garden beside road.
"Yesterday my beloved balloon flew out of my hand.
Did you saw it?"

That balloon
flew to the mountain far far away.
An old man tied it to his roof,
waiting for dad to find it with you.
One day dad got tired
and lost in a deep valley,
just like the balloon
that could never be found again.

This is a journey,
a boundless journey called destiny.
We meet by accident and depart
in this road never able to return.

We pass by the mountains.
We pass by lakes.
We pass through the forest,
passing through the desert,
passing by people's castles and gardens.

We pass by the happiness.
We pass by the agony,
passing through a woman's warmth and tears,
passing through the endless coldness and loneliness of life.

——Pu Shu·Journey