There's Still Life, When There's Hope And Love

The butterfly is symbolic in the taoist culture that a dead spirit has return.

the disaster happened. today at 4.20pm, it happened again, this time killing 1, leaving 200 odd injured.

a few moments ago, i caught the three-hour special last minute held charity concert "让爱川流不息" to raise funds for children who have been orphaned by the Sichuan earthquake. i was deeply touched by the performance, even though it was just a simple sing-along session, the songs they sung were impactful, and meaningful at the same time. they gathered a total of 6.85million dollars worth of donation and would be donated to the children of the Sichuan quake.


someone in the show mentioned: we might be tearing now, but how much we tear cannot be replaced to the mothers who lost their child in the disaster. (in a family in China, every couple can only bear 1 child) they're tearing blood, that bleeds inside out.


they flashed a montage of pictures of children who could never ever see the daylight again, or breathe in the fresh air they used to breathe every morning. it was such a painful sight, i could not bear but to tear with the audiences. though i might not fully understand the devastation that is going on, but i was one child who lost her mom, so somehow i could understand the pain parents or children are going through.

prior to my previous entry, if i have the money, i'll fly over to Sichuan to give people hugs. they might not know what it's all about, but they definitely can feel the warmth.

the people and volunteers of Sichuan deeply touched me, especially this lady who lost her 2-year old child in the rubble who was interviewed. she told the reporter that even though she lost her child, there is no way her child will come back, therefore what she can do now is to volunteer and help the children in need. despite the disaster and what everyone had went through, nothing will be the same again.


that's why sometimes i wonder why people choose to end their lives. in contrary, many want their lives, to live gloriously and be happy. it's a misfortune that that can never be retrieved or taken back, because whatever is gone, is gone. what are left behind are just memories of each other.

while some others, the survivors and the homeless are given another chance to live, which i believe wholeheartedly that they will treasure every single minute of it because the disaster taught them a valuable lesson: to hope, to love and to live, which i choose to learn from too.

there will be rainbow after the rain, and a sun after the storm; there's life with love and hope.

now, there are 60,000 lives lost to the disaster, 20,000 are missing, or clinging on their lives waiting for help to reach them.

i dedicate this song to the children and parents who underwent the pain nobody can ever imagine.




PS: my deepest condolences to the loss in the Myanmar and Sichuan disaster.

Pictures: Courtesy of Wen_Chuan in Flickr