Time marches on and I haven't realized that things have changed a lot. I'm the kind of person that dwells on the past. I still can recall many things happened long time ago, even when I was three or four. Sometimes I'm abraded by them.

Today is my younger cousin's 6th birthday. I went to her family's house and celebrated. Now my uncle has three little kids. Looking at the little ones, I can't stop thinking of their lost brother who was also my cousin. Was he still alive, he would turn 22 this year. Reminiscing about our childhood, I had a lot of fun with him and another cousin. I miss him so much, especially the other day when I was roaming in his family's house which was abondoned since his death. There is a huge mirror in the living room, making the empty room more spacious. Memories flashed back to those golden days—we together played table tennis, climbing mountains, watching movies. But those innocent days have gone like a distant star, never coming back. Only blur memories remain. His death brought distressing emotional trauma to our whole family. But life goes on. We can't live in the memory all the time. May he rest in peace.

Basking in today's genial sunshine, I have the feeling that everything slows down, not letting go the passing time. If we all cherish days we still have and live out everyday to the fullest, I know he would smile in the other side from miles away.