SOMETHING IS UNCERTAIN

在很久以前制作计划表的时候，就说每周写一篇文章。但写文章的时间被我埋没在路上，在线团，在脑空白，在脑残剧中，我悔恨的不知从何说起。到目前为止，欠了10篇了，mlgbz的。所有脑子里的东西，要写出来，是完全另一件事情了吧。

最近心情如高山流水，此起彼伏，总体low，FUCK！

SOMETHING IS UNCERTAIN. Something happened but not sure. 

As Szymborska has wrote in Love at First Sight : There were sings, indications,

undecipherable, what does in matter.(有些迹象和信号存在，即使他们尚无法解读）. There are too many things that I cannot understand at this moment. So I can only fancy that happened as what I think but sometimes it derails which make me unsure.

What can comfort me at this moment is the end of this poem：But every beginning is only a continuation and the book of fate is always open in the middle. So maybe I am at the beginning of the book, and the fate is not coming yet.