A CHURCH

 This is the church nearby my hostel. When I go to ART FRIEND, I will pass by there. Every time when I go through this church I will slow down my step and watch at it. It is a nice scenery in this hustle and bustle country. A tranquil and serenity place.
 There is always a tent nearby the backdoor of the church. Sometimes, some people gathering at there, having tea and chatting . I always think that it must be a nice tea time for them.

         For any religious places either temple, churches or mosques, I always uphold a kind of solemn attitude when I stay at those sacred place where people praying and waiting for salvation. I do not believe in any religion but didn’t despise any religion. Religion is most people’s spiritual support. They believe their god, they survive, they can go through all the hard times.

         A funny thing. One day, as usual, some people gathering there too. When I passed by, the door of a room that behind those people was opened. I wondered what’s inside the room. I took a look. Hmm…okay…a big misunderstanding. There’s not a tea time, there’s a funeral ceremony.