Melancholia

Here are three of the saddest pictures I took on three separate journeys.
I just love looking at them while wallowing in melancholy...

Ode to the Sea

Fallen

How to let you meet me
At my most beautiful moment
For this
I've prayed to Buddha for five hundred years
So Buddha turns me into a tree
Growing by the road you are bound to take
Blooming cautiously and fluorishing under sunlight
Each blossom an expectation of my previous life
When you approach
Please listen
The trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting
But when at last you walk past unseeing
What lies scattered on the ground behind you
Is not petals
But my withered heart.

(A Blossoming Tree, Xi Mu Rong)