Songs of Midnights-- chapter one Soft moolights, the sleepless night. To be a real me who never hide herself from the world, I never try to follow the trends or obey the destiny. I ever wished to change myself into a person that everybody likes, or become an attractive person by other ways. But when it comes to the meanings of changing, I feel wordless to explain this well. Any change is based on the fact that people don't enjoy the current ones, and want to try another kind of life. For my part, life only got a nature which could be acted out by various ways. I deeply believe that people keep a scerect garden in the bottom of heart, where we seeds our dreams, grows our happiness and blossoms our hopes. How far I can go? How long I can wait? How hard I can try to struggle for my Paradise? With a strong belief, I will still stand there and pray; With a lost heart, I will turn away and leave my bright sadness behind. Memories from the past make up several impressive stories which cause me insomnia in that common night. All the passions become coward and shallow when facing calmness, but the braveness will not let me bow to the lost. I hardly keep being myself while living in this diverse world, try best not let the noise swallow the songs from my heart. It works like heart beats which always be covered by commondaily lives but also could be clearly heard when queit nights come. Every feeling proves the order of nature, the circulation between death and birth. We are creatures that derives from nature, so we all belong to it after all. Believe that I will be rewarded in the way that I treat the world, treat my life. Assessments: I like writing thought I would make many mistakes on words or grama. So any comments and correction about this dairy are welcomed!