I always say I hate spring, specially the spring in Hong Kong.
Humid, wet, dry, cold and hot.
Repeating , repeating....
Many things happened.
When things come across, not to you but you friend, the feeling is hard to explain.
You can standing beside her, pat her shoulder and see her down.
You can receive the message, type it back, talk to her, but you can do nothing to change the situation that she is encountering.
Maybe I am lucky that I am not the one who in blue, but it doesn't mean that I feel good at all.
I hate to do nothing, but I always did nothing.
What I do to help?
Grief appear and lie in front of me, it seems doesn't like to go at the moment.