Downcast day, with slight gray clouds and pale blue sky, reflects the scene with a tint of suspension. The breeze brings the fresh air flipping your round and seems to slow down your pace towards the world.

   I am not sure from when that i appreciate this kind of time slow suspension, take my time not hurried to act on sth, the view deeper in the eye and softness laying inside.

    Street dancing, the turn-up volumn, slow-paced lyrics showcasing the agreeableness of the people in their 40-60. Their leisured life style swaying with the surroudings to form the unique corner which had your mind suspended and tranquiled. That piece of freedom is i envy, but the reality is unaffordable to tamed me.

    Just like you walk into a film clip in which you downplay everything on purpose and empty wants, all is that let it be, that kind of lightness like a flying feather staggering into all possibility and the end landing on the ground is inevitable. I wish that period could be prolonged and prolonged, the languid body, faint mind destined rest there.

    At last, it ends like the world, time never suspended, it is just pure over.