Now or Never

I heard a young man playing bass while waiting for the late night metro.

Melodious song with devious tones produced a bizarre echo in the narrow waiting hall while the wind blew away some of the sound. I watched the sorrow from the song going with the wind hitting the wall, knocking everyone.
Passengers got on and off, walked by, walked to their destinations.
The song kept playing. He looked at his bass.
I looked at him,carefully listened to those pieces of music.

I suddenly remembered the grey cat I saw this evening.

We looked at each other.
I don't know why we looked at each other.
I don't know why we met each other.
We looked at each other.

I tried to read his mind, but it was too fast.

Soon, he turned his head away.
Still, I looked at him.

If one starts to think all the meanings behind of one gesture, one unfinished sentence, one glimpse, one gaze, one gentle sigh, it would be harder for him to smile.
That is the reason why we keep ourselves running all the time to avoid facing the sadness of the reality.
Who is brave enough to stand still, look at the sorrow itself and solve it?

I am looking at it, trying to smile back.
Are you brave enough to stand by me?

For a lot of things, it is now or never.