What exactly is life? What do people live for? Just to earn big bucks? Just to enjoy doing what they want? Just to spend time with their loved ones? Or do they just live for the sake of living?
I've been so busy for the past consecutive days that once I stopped doing things, I start thinking about stuffs. I miss him, you, her.
I've been dreaming of granddad too. Like for 3 days a week. I want to see him. Why must he be gone? Why? I've never lose someone so dear to me before... I really can't get over it. I can't. I can't. I can't.
阿公回来，好吗？
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