Looking at the fireworks in the sky,her lonely figure felt a little faded today..
Looking at the countless red peppers around,and spicy Ann sweet dishes prepared by the crowd,
She looked with a faint smile..
Some kind of non coholance was moving around her,as if she was already tired,
At the young age of thirty two..
Of life,of plot twists in the drama called life may be..
Like the pages of the past calender,gone were the excitement that she had seen in the eyes of her family...
Now,even money could move them a little..
Why does these smiles feel more tiring than tears,she had asked herself countless times..
As if we are all just acting holding scripts in hand and eagerly waiting to return to the pavilion to rest..
But it seems the pavilion is no where to be seen?
Her questions were innocent,her eyes little red after she had wishpered the questions..
Yet the silent company had moved..
The pavilion just for her,a lot closer to her..
The lunar Calendar on her desk..
Her silent company had taken it to himself,to accompany her..
Even if not euphoric joy..
Atleast with gentle smiles..
