Metaphor

It is actually a simple metaphor. As autumn just arrives Lincoln and the weather is ready for winter, leaves change their colors. However 'change' may not be a suitable to describe the process. The leaves lose their colors as they lose one of parts that define green;

whenever we change from which defines who we are, perhaps we do not really change from a kind to another kind, we probably lose something and gain nothing.

memorable voice

Sometimes I aint too keen to await for some "unprecedented" rhythm or lyric but simply so intrigued to listen to some artist' voice. I mean Avril Lavigne now.

I like her. that's it

Quick reflection

I must have jotted down all thoughts that suddenly jumped down to my Mind.

It's from heaven, I believe

I will take it as my wings

Fly my mind to nowhere like here