Saturday.

Aye.

I wish to own a camera.
To take down all the memorable scenes in my daily life.
But I know some of the people will claim that,
Our eyes are the most perfect camera,
And minds are the best photo album in the world.

I just don't trust that I will remember every single
meaningful scene that happened everyday,
Till the end of my life.

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I read a beautiful poem(or I should said literature)recently.
By Rabindranath Tagore

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly
away.And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,
flutter and fall there with a sigh.

O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your
footprints in my words.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.