The wind lifts the colourful kite. The stronger the wind, the more glorious the flight of the kite, the spectrum of colours merging with the wonders of the horizon. Yet, the moment the wind dies, the sight that was once remarkable is but a normal kite again, a piece of randomly designed paper with bamboo structures. The same kite that can be found being produced in bulk at some factory in a far away land. Not very special again.

This world is created in a way that every thing is linked. The cow eats the grass and the tiger eats the cow. The water evaporates to form clouds, and the clouds return the water as rain. It is indeed a beautiful world.

However, the way everything complements everything could be as ugly as it could be beautiful. If one day, we found that the sun no longer rose, it would be the end of the world, for everything relies on the sun. A minor decline in any factor in the world could have lead to an evantual disaster in some other part of the world. Things that seem totally irrelevant at first sight.

Then again, links like this cannot really be explained can it? How it is formed, how it actually strengthens to an extent that a dependence is created. We are part of this chain for a reason. And for this reason, I accept.

看着你的无奈，我的心里也仿佛在滴着血，但我原是这个傻瓜， 默默地担心你。