Karma in life . . .

So manly lost around me lately. My grandfather, the man who’s like a second father to me. His friends, and those lovely people I know of but haven’t got chance to get to know better. Life sometimes just happened to be in a fragile form crushed severely by even a breath of wind. And yet we sometimes would only realise how much we loved the person when they are not here anymore.

We come to this life while crying, but leave the world silently. When we came to the world everyone surround us are laughing, when we leave everyone are crying … I don’t really believe in karma, but I do believe good souls rest in peace.