Today I went to "walk mountain" decipher from cantonese terminology. Is where you pray to your love one's that passed away already, once a year at the cementary. So I was walking pass some gravestones and it inspire me to write something about old love. Its a quirky feeling how old love lasts out modern love. As for love it holds no weight or meaning as it once had such a mundane cliche.

Old Love.

Began together, End together. Weighting more then boulders itself, Older then the oldest tree. Engraved upon ageless stone, Old love. A road of hardship blending sounds of true harmony. With one is with the other, With the other they are one. Withering to time, love unhinged timelessly. Began together, End together.