Some people who read my post " old dramas" may find me kind of nostalgic, yep that's the truth, besides i like songs of different times and have a lot in store.(to be honest I like Rap and rock, too) Somehow, I like to associate this state of mind with sunset.

Do you like sunset?

Golden beach, crystal clear water, and refreshing gentle breeze. Hand in hand with your beloved one. See the flame in her eyes. That’s sunset, as beautiful and romantic as it can get.

However, I have a fear of sunset when it’s a metaphor of old age, even it’s beautiful as depicted in poems.

When you live on memory rather than on aspiration and illusion, you mentally rank in the old, even not physically. No access to every segment of the past,  sweet or bitter; no even a thread of hope of what a surprise coming tomorrow. Like a placid surface of lake without ripple by breeze, and a sunset following which is a dark night-- the end of the day. All they have is memory, which gets heavier and heavier as it rolls.

Feels like my mind is getting old faster than my body.

Maybe i really really need to get some fresh air...