Saturday, December 31, 2011

Hunky-dory



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Sunday, December 25, 2011

他怎么样,都不关我的事。
。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
对不起,我伤害了你。
长痛不如短痛。
断掉吧。反正世界还很大。
何必。我这枝摇摇欲坠的烂花。
我真的很不好。
脾气坏到死。冷漠无情。
搭人不理。我行我素。
不值钱。呵呵。
。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
还有另一个他。
为何眷恋。不该有的思念。
应该无牵绊。
不该有任何的感情。
哪怕是一点点。
还有,他的事,更不关我的事。
为何理会。
不管事。嗯。不管。
没泪。
却伤感。
我到底是怎么了。
干嘛彷徨。干嘛寻觅。
自己靠自己。
因为,没有那个去交好友的资格。
伤害了人。不可以再去伤害其他。
静静的。个人。应该会好吧。
反正,人本来就孤单。
。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
柳树。
的叶子很特别。
飘落在地上。
轻轻地。
听啊,
那掉落的声音。
凋零的,枯叶,
究竟代表什么。
生命的重来?
仰或是,生命的最后一曲?
人真的很自私。
不会珍惜。
错过了,哪轻易而举的重获?
失去了,就回不来了。
就像打破了玻璃,怎么拼,
还是有那裂缝。
很深的伤口,不知怎么地,
遗憾了,还是改变不了。
没了,就是没了。
不属于你的,终究你得不到。
执着,只会让你不断,
在受伤里,慢慢长大。

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Knowing i should forget.

This is a very nice korean song (;
And i love the lyrics.
Unwaving support.
My maid came back, oh great.
No nagging of mother.
And i dont have to moan. ;p
Oh exams again in January, moreover it's after Chinese New Year.
How am i going to celebrate?
Sigh, it's always like that, isn't it?
I guess, i will update my blog less frequently.
I don't know what to write, it's just kept in heart,
Bottled passion.
Passion that can't be expressed, but have to kept in a tiny bottle.
How miserable.
The curtains billowed gently.
So soft of your voice.
I miss you, my cosy friend,
it's been a long time.
Yes,a long time.
I reckon that you are living well.
You should, and must, be happy,
without me.

Friday, December 2, 2011




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