04 April 2013

Music

Music makes me move.
Music makes me groove.
Music makes me feel beautiful.
Music makes me feel like I'm home.

Music takes away my weary soul.
Music takes away my deepest sorrow.
Music carries my floral bow,
To where I see a hope.

Music is my life.
Music is my bride.
Music is my dad and mom,
Together they shines bright.

Music enlightens my heart.
Music arouses my anger.
Music excites my passion,
To hint me with whom to grow old.

Music is mine.
Music is yours.
Music is ours.
Music is the world.


18 March 2013

那幅画

是不是人长得越大,就越不会说话,亦或是人糊涂了,忘了怎么表达?

并不是不懂,而是害怕说出口所以假装什么都感受不到。心里受的打击越大,承担的就越重,就更难以放下。


两年半了,画了两年多的图,内涵也被无情光阴给覆盖。

也许是不想再多说些什么,选择沉默的同时,迷茫的感觉不间断在脑海扰乱我的思绪,在我的血里淌着。

尽管如此,还是想要有个人可以放下过去,为我停下脚步,好好欣赏我的画。

他虽然比上不足,但只要你细心赏看,会发现,包含的耐心与毅力,是我可以呈现最好的一幅画。


主啊,尽了所有的我换不来一个回首,被泪洗礼数次的脸庞并没有变得更坚强。
我衷心请求给我力量度过低潮,让我重心找回那艏船,航我路线,让我找到归心路。

16 February 2013

透了

如果上帝赐予我多一颗心有多好。
至少一颗碎了还能活下去。
如果上帝赐予我一双洁净的双眼有多好。
至少我哭累了还有个靠山。

如果能够再一次选择,我不会选择让自己伤心难过。

现在,再多的遗憾也弥补不了过去,再多努力也无法遮掩留下的伤疤,唯有相信时间可以淡化这磨灭不了的创伤。

只怪自己不会长大不懂的珍惜。

心,伤透了,所剩不多。

眼,看透了,就不再迷茫。


22 November 2012

Another night

Another night you terrorize my mind.
Anther sleepless night memories start to die.
Another miserable night I wander to let this go.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me is only you ?
What am I supposed to say when I'm Another night you terrorize my mind.
Anther sleepless night memories start to die.
Another miserable night I wander to let this go.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me is only you ?
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up yet you're okay?

I should have let go of the drilling pain, knowing myself isn't as tough as others.
The farcade I've been putting on is too old to be changed. Nothing else can be revealed.



















01 June 2012

Things You Wouldnt Understand

Never know why I did this.
Never understand why I felt so.
Never figure out my way.
Never accept my reasons.

When you are the cause of the dramatic change of another person yet you dont know, without any sense of guilt you pushed her away again and again. One condemn, she walked a step closer to the cliff. One and another one. Just one more, at the verge she would fall down anytime.

When you wonder how could she behave in such a way while ironically every of your actions, significant or not, have triggered negative emotions in her, you hurt her twice as more because you think that you are innocent.

When you lamented on how bad your life has been, how sick you are being treated to her while she has to bear your grievances together with hers. Just because you never stand in her shoes and be concerned about her.