I stand on the checkered floor with a bluberry flavor beer in my hand,staring at performers rocking on the stage.I see the light turn red from blue,then turn green from white,wondering where is the end of the world.People passing me and squeezing throgh their way.Some are swaying with the music,while some are screaming.The frenetic spread quickly and widely in the crowds,but that doesn't impact me at all.I just stand still on the ground,as if there are some roots come out of me grabs the floor tightly.Sigarates burned and flured to its end,people come and people leave.I am just so used to it that as if I'm borned to live with it.But in the bottom of my heart,some of my conscious tells me that it wasn't, and it's never meant to be.They told me quietly but with the tone of indubitability that there must be someone who will company with you to see the tides go up and down,to see the sun raises and sets, to taste the sweetness and bitterness of our life.