Riders on the Storm

"And we are here as on a darkling plain,

Swept with confusèd alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash at night"

Matthew Arnold

This morning, as I woke up, the first thing I did was crying. It never happened to me before.

Then, when I found the strength to get up, I turned on my computer, and put on the new CD I bought. The first song, started by itself… smoothly…

 

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm 

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like dog without a bone

An actor out on loan 

Riders on the storm 

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirming like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If you give this man a ride

Sweet family will die 

Killer on the road 

Gotta love your man

Girl, you gotta love your man

Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
You gotta love your man

Riders on the storm…

As I listened to the words of the song, I lit a sigarette, in the darkness of the room. When the music faded, I was like a man reborn.
I opened the curtains, letting the bright sun into my room.

This life is always confusing, like an endless storm where we are left with no direction. But then, there’s no reason for crying.

I took a shower, dressed up myself, and set out for my breakfast coffee, walking the quiet streets of my city. 

Today I’ll get back to Shanghai. But I know I will be back here.

And I smiled to myself, for I am alive, riding as I can in this endless plain. And the storm no longer frightens me.