2014.05.09 Today is Friday. With beautiful sunrise, Im going to school. I face so many people going straight to find their own place. They are people of morning. They never get back or look back. They have exact destination. With beautiful sunset, I'll come back to my home. I'll face so many people hanging around the street. Only a few of them have special destination. They look straight, back, up and down. People of evening can feel all kinds of directions. I love evening and dark. Now that Im going to lose my destination, I'll find the genuine shape around me.