It's been a peaceful day spent at East Coast Park today, even if it was a little more crowded than I'd have liked it to be, since it's the weekend today.

I had a pleasantly surreal time, perched atop a stone bench, just watching the world go by: as young, playful children and exuberant teenagers tottered about the beach, walking into the cool waters, scuttling about on the sand.

It all seemed so surreal, as the army seemed a thousand miles and two worlds away, in that almost-paradise on earth.

The sun shone brightly down, the skies glistening in its coat of deep blue, free of clouds save for a few wisps of fluffy white clouds, the lightly scented sea breeze brushing past my face. It was almost heaven (even if it was scorchingly hot), sitting there, staring into the wide blue sea, a trusted friend and close companion just by my side, the silence as comforting as the few words that wafted in the air between us.

Because sometimes, words cannot express that which we want to say; because sometimes, words become superfluous, for nothing needs to be said.

"走在风中， 今天阳光突然好温柔，
天的温柔， 地的温柔， 像你抱着我，
然后发现你的改变， 孤单的今后，
如果冷，该怎么度过。

天的风光，身边的我, 都不在你眼中，
你的眼中藏着什么，我从来都不懂，
没有关系你的世界就让你拥有，
不打扰， 是我的温柔。

不知道， 不明了， 不想要， 为什么，
我的心， 明明是想靠近， 却孤单的黎明
不知道， 不明了， 不想要， 为什么，
我的心。 那爱情的绮丽， 是在孤单里
再把我的最好的爱给你"