I can’t find myself lately.

I am feeling lost

Extremely lost

I wish I have the power to heal

I wish I have the power to let go

Have you heard of a place?

 It is a place belongs to the Native Indians, that has mystical power to make your wish come true

I was young and contented. I didn’t go there.

When I get older and older, there are more and more wishes, less and less dreams. 

All I wanted, is to find myself. 

Also, someone, and something 

I can trust again

Being alone is not scary, being lonely is never fun.

You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Maybe sometimes we’ve got it wrong, but it’s alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don’t you hesitate
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside
Just relax, just relax
Don’t you let those other boys fool you
Got to love that afro hair do

Maybe sometimes we feel afraid, but it’s alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change
Don’t you think it’s strange?

Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don’t even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to

Lyrics from “Put Your Records On” By Corinne Bailey Rae 

Only rainbows after rain

Last year, there was a strong typhoon hit Hong Kong , it was so windy that there was a big tree collapsed near where I lived.

The sounds of the wind were so loud,  I could not sleep well that night. I can’t denied, I was scared.

Beautiful trees and plants were destroyed, and I wished I have the magic to heal, to bring them back to life. Especially, the beautiful tree.

I didn’t have much hope on many things that time. They were all damaged, I just hoped to make memories before they were all gone.

I told myself, I only wanted to make photographs of you before your beauty faded away. You were so fragile, I wanted to protect you from being hurt again, but I could not help myself but to let you go.

Today, I passed by the big tree that was collapsed, and I saw green plants started to grow from the tree. My eyes were filled with tears, and I texted my model, Dasha, about this beautiful news. The tree has lived a great life, it lost its charm and now it bought new things into life. 

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