Page after page of life — how many more times can we laugh proudly.
A heart full of memories, yet it can be torn away so lightly and effortlessly.
What has passed, we no longer possess; what we possess will also be wiped away.
Is the heart, perhaps, tucked away within one of those pages.
You, you, me, her, him;
In the endless stretch of time and space, endlessly searching for that one chapter where we exist.
Original article: “Our Pages / Tamsui Lin Family Library”
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