| 這街上太擁擠 太多人有秘密
玻璃上有霧氣 在被隱藏起過去
你臉上的情緒 在還原那場雨
這巷弄太過彎曲 走不回故事里
這日子不再綠 又斑駁了幾句
剩下搬空回憶的我 在大房子里
電影院的座椅 隔遙遠的距離
感情沒有對手戲 你跟自己下棋
你嘟嘴許的愿望 很卑微在妥協
還來不及 仔仔細細寫下你的關于
描述我如何愛你 你卻微笑的離我而去
這感覺已經不對 我努力在挽回
一些些應該體貼的感覺我沒給
你嘟嘴許的愿望 很卑微在妥協
是我忽略 你不過要人陪
這感覺已經不對我最后 才了解
一頁頁不忍翻閱的情節 你好累
你默背為我掉過幾次淚 多憔悴
而我心碎你受罪你的美 我不配
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| I dunno what triggers me, but the usual me who never have any incentive to read anyone's xanga have just gone through a lot xangas, from close friends to someone I barely know.
We all know we lead different lives from others. Difference in encouters, difference in experiences and difference in thinking. What make us unique are these sometimes subtle, sometimes radical differences in people's lives. One might never know, but it is quite possible that somehow by comprehending others' experience, one might learn or discover something new that he might not previously have thought of. I have this feeling that I have yet much to learn, much to experience. Human behaviour maybe the most difficult subject in the world. Haha, this sounds so random. |
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| Just a small, yet courageous step, a whole new way will open up ahead of you. |
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| Perseverance alone is a virtue. However when it is coupled with inanity, persecution awaits. |
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| Thanks to "Candy", "Alice", "Kathy", "Stephanie" and "Francoise" for your "wonderful" birthday present. I will make good use of it, somehow....
And thanks to all who have said "Happy Birthday" to me. It's truely a great day. |
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