i love Chinese historical films.
it reminds me of how shallow the human beings became.
they do not build empires anymore, they can not recall how
to dance with the orchids, how to tame the panther, how to
wage on wars and borders, how to write your own history.
i will keep my harp singing, i will keep my castles standing.
i will not betray my vows, i will paint the flower to the bottom.
today is lavender bath.
i wish i could return 3000 years earlier, night.
they had nothing, but they had so much more.
now only the Wall keeps standing, but everything other is lost.
so tragic, so fragile.