北京的寒刮面，上海的寒冰心。城市的路面潮湿得浮着一层水汽，升腾了几尺幻为淡淡的烟，迟缓地在空气中凝住，像一块无比巨大的冰层中条条的纹理，直到有车马或行人从中穿过，条理随之紊乱而瞬息过后又好似什么都没有发生过。屋里的空调肆意地喷吐出股股暖风，温热来势汹汹，但却像昙花的凋落，不经意就被寒气张开那透明的大嘴一丝一丝地吞噬，但暖风临终前那恐惧和绝望的脸是如此清晰，清晰到无法想象，撼人魂魄。几秒钟。

诚我。成我。负我。覆我。

Time is miraculous. So miraculous that I strongly recommend that you don't think about it, cos you will fall, fall, and fall into a blackhole. A blackhole that fuses the past, the present and the future. In there, you exist in the form of...nothing...nothing..., and every nothing makes...everything... Have you SERIOUSLY thought about the concept of "NOTHING" or "EVERYTHING"? Frightening. That, I can guarantee. In the core of this exterior of flesh and blood, lives a heart that walks, talks and dreams. Walks like an old man, talks like a grown man, dreams like a...I don't know. Do YOU? I fell asleep. Woke up into the dreams. Heart beat as a drum. But just wouldn't make a sound, no matter how I begged. I ran. Ran towards the end of the crystal abyss, with my eyes wide open, but my pupils just kept becoming smaller and until it vanished, leaving nothing but two white eyeballs rolling in horror. Piano sang a beautiful song. As the song went on, slowly, my eyelids felt heavy and sore. It lingered. "Leave me alone!!" I shouted, "I'm scared! Please...please...please.."

"Too late, my time has come. Sends shivers down my spine. Body's aching all the time." Queen once said. For what it's worth, the story shall go on as long as the day I live.