我是這樣想的 ------------------------------------------- I was waked up by the sound from the piano today. It's so gentle and sweet. Didn't know waking up in morning could be so beautiful.
His silhouette under the sun is the first image I saw when I opened my eyes. I closed my eyes again, trying to figure out if it's still part of the dream. I whispered good morning. He turned back and looked at me with a warm smile on his face. A smile is only shown when he look at me.
Sometimes he is like my doggie, looking me with a eager eyes. If I do something that is beyond his understanding, he will just stare at me, fixed like glue.
Sometimes he is like a big kitty laying quietly beside me. If I touch his gold with a little bit olive color hair, he will makes a satisfied, low and quiet sound, just like kitty's purr.
His seagreen eyes make me think of a mysterious lake. Staring at him is like staring like a piece of art. Sometimes I will forget if I'm just staring at him or staring at his eyes.
If I'm his master, then I want to treat him so well forever. I don't want to let him down.
If I'm not, then I hope he could find someone that could sometimes pat his head, understand him, care what he cares, make him happy and safe. This kind of person. That what I'm thinking.
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It's a stable power.
By using a slow but calm tempo, Bach's music conveys a strong wave of emotion.
Unlike the stormy sea and terrifying waves,
it's like the routinely tide that gently washes the rock.
Again and again, comforting my anxious heart.
