朱砂痣

when would this loneliness come to an end?

after I've found my another half?

after i 've got the best friends?

or after i can read my mind?

or never ever in my life?

when would this loneliness come to an end?

when would my life mean at least something?

Eileen Chang once wrote: perhaps every man has two women like these, well, at least two. if he marries the "red rose", and after a long time, the red would become "mosquito blood" on the wall, while the white rose remains holy; if he marries the white rose, the white rose would become a rice sticked to his clothes, while the red rose remains a red hot mark on his mind forever.