The creator of despair and darkness

I'm waiting for a train. A train that will take me far away. I know where I hope this train will take me, But I don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to me where the train will take me? Because I am the train. Immovable.

As I watched people going full steam ahead, I looked under my wheels. I started to consider my tracks. Broke them down. Scruntinised every inch of them. I changed them. Started to build new roads for myself. As I began, they left me Further and further Till they became a point. A mere point. I wondered to myself, Will I ever reach them again? I turned void inside out. Crushing.

Yesterday was the bicultural symposium 2011. Pretty boring symposium,with so little people this year. With that super warm blazer around too. I admit I wasn't concentrating most of the time, only wanted to meet her. Now the symposium is over, I'm feeling a bit down. Maybe yesterday was the final time I could see her ,since that should be the last symposium that we are attending. There's a minute possiblity that I can see her again through stuff like bicul talks or something. but well....not very possible. To you, and the people that might be reading this, I shall post some short lines in chinese. 想要对你说的千言万语 一次恐怕还不够 又怕拉拉杂杂说得太多 害你不知所措 最后只能忍着依依不舍 保持一贯的沉默 （edited from 给你的歌 by 周传雄） Hope to see you again.