To live in the hospital means you
are in the midst of desperation and grievances.
Forced to experience the fragilities of human beings
by counting the numerous of lives being taken away by the God of the dead.

To live in the hospital means you
are anxious, nervous, fearing of death
while waiting to be diagnosed, well-treated and medicated;
you are alone, weeping under the blankets, screeching silently in the dark;
Not knowing what to do with the limited times you have left.

To live in the hospital means you feel anxious for
your beloved ones - your parents, your dearest, your siblings.
Whisper calmly by their ears but screaming inside your broken heart;
Faking smiles in front of them but shedding tears behind their back;
Telling others not to worry but praying hard that it would be true.

To live in the hospital means you fight hard to
rescue the numbers of lives of the unknowns,
the wounded, the pass-outs, the unconscious, the dying,
Save their outer shells free from hell back to earth in matter of minutes.
Stitching, artificial respiration, electric shock,
push the stress limit of the quick decisive minds on unpredictable scenarios.

To live in the hospital means you take care of
the unfortunates who walked through the valley of the shadow of death,
feeding them with care,
soothing them with love,
And listen to them with patience.
Welcome the warriors with a warm homecoming from the Battle of Death.

To survive in the hospital means you
are in the midst of bliss and hope.
Experience the vitality of human mentalities
by counting the number of cries of the new-born babies being sent from the high above.

Why, why so serious?
Let our own individual souls be freed.
Why conforming the world?
Let our underestimated minds be opened and search for the morality of life.
Why tolerating? That's not consideration.
Let us have a clear and objective view on things to determine what's right or wrong.
Why not accepting critics?
Let our hearts believe hard words from our beloved are never meant to be personal, biased or prejudiced, but for your own good.
Why yearning in hardships?
Let us believe, no hardships, no maturity.

why, don't just lean your body, pour out your heart and devote your soul into something that is even bigger, than any one of us?

Rectangles edged out their emotions,
while circles make everything perfect and round.

What if straight lines bend themselves from a rectangle to a circle,
would everything remains perfect and happily ever after?

Circle bounds the mysterious endless number "Pi",
irrational numbers spin through the spaces beneath our naked eyes.

Open the door and ran out of sight,
there's never been a boundary, there's never been a bottom line.

In the eyes of the numbers they are dimensions in 3 and D,
running through the spaces you've never had seen.
Running forth, running backwards.

To us, it's just an ordinary black firming stroke on a naked paper.
But we never know the restless numbers running inside.

Sugray words sweeten my ears.
Sensative body attachment triggers passions and desires.
Each triffle moments revealed the greatness of love.

The Angel never been so close.