I just like this word. Silence. Midnight still, and I've already got used to sleep after the very first sunshine of the new day, though trying to persuade myself to quit this habit. Right now, I can hear nothing but the noise of the poor computer and the waterstream. It's just my fault, or who else's. Well, I don't know what I'm writing about. I just pick up pieces of my broken thoughts and post them here. I care and spend too much on the novel. The title, I think, is very ordinary but true and close to the theme. Ten years between life and death. Not well translated, but I still like it to death. It's just like my baby, I gave birth to her and want her to be someone who can really tell what's in my heart. It's so tragical that I can share it with few people, including the original image of the characters, of course. I don't know why I want to talk about the novel here in this lonely blog. Maybe just because I care for it too much. I even plan to translate the whole words of it into English, but what a huge project will it be!And I'm not skilled enough to do that. Since I'm to study English still in university, maybe it will help. But now, it seems all that I can do is produce imagination and inspiration deeply in my heart in preparation for the film based on it. I'm looking forward to angel actors sent from Heaven, if possible, and I can direct the film myself. I can bet that I'm able to make it! I dedicate the novel to two of my best friends, J & P, thanks them a lot. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1HrVFOXNow