Oh Dear Readers, please remember this song:




Life floating in bitterness and stress,
Fancy parties and big festivals will all be dismissed.

All kinds of griefs and joys as bubbles to shatter,
History and present is just an absurd dream.

Where The Roses Never Fade

I am going to a city
where the streets with gold are laid
where the tree of life is blooming
and the roses never fade

Here they bloom but for a season
soon their beauty is decayed
I am going to a city
where the roses never fade

Loved ones gone to be with Jesus
in their robes of white array
now are waiting for my coming
where the roses never fade

Here they bloom but for a season
soon their beauty is decayed
I am going to a city
where the roses never fade

where the roses never fade


Rest Well My Dearest Friend

- Tyson Louie -

August 14 1988 - Sept 17 2006

I wish I could fly to the end of the word
With the petals, but can I find my grave yonder?
In a pouch I collect thou delecate bones,
Beneath a cup of sanitary earth I bury thee.
Clean I was born as clean as I am gone,
It is better than if I were stuck in sewage.
I bury thee when thou dust become,
Who will bury me when I leave the world?
One may think I am crazy burying flowers,
Who will be the caretaker of the deceased me?
When flowers wither and spring comes to a close,
It is time for a girl to see the last of her days.
Once the spring ends and the girl dies,
Flowers and girl would be unknown to one another.