听说仰望天空就能让泪水倒回眼睛里: 2010

世界上最遥远的距离

不是生与死的分离

而是一对相互了望的恋人

却没有交汇的轨迹。

落了一地的悲伤、

Save a place for yourself, before going out to love.
You don‘t have to know who to love, how to love, or how long your love will last.
Just wait for the one time. Maybe there will never be the one. But just wait, because it already is your reward.
I held tight to the world, but rejected.
If I had saved the effort, would the pain be less?
She has been patient, believing the best is worth the wait.
Yet the last apple fallen from the tree is usually sour.
The love that rocks your soul is hardly the result of a long wait.
Listen quietly, to the sound of your heart. Cheerful melodies may rise.
Some simple, some profound, some gentle, some loud.
Cruelty of reality. Volatile happiness.
Those out of sight, are they really not there? Those remembered, will they last forever?
The sapling that bears our mark of love has grown into a big tree,
but our once fervent love is lost forever in the wind.
The little mark has become a scar.
When the wind blows, we hear the sigh of the forest...

梦到醒不来的梦

窗外放晴了。
屋内仍继续下雨。
我微笑。并不等于我快乐。
我撑伞，并非只是为了避雨。
你永远都不懂我在想什么。
我想拥抱每个人，但我得先温暖我自己，
请容忍我。因为我已在练习容忍你。
我的心常下雪，不管天气如何。
它总是突然的冻结，无法商量。
我望向繁花盛开的世界。，固定缺席。
我的心开始下雪，雪无声的覆盖了所有。
湮灭了迷茫，骄傲和哀痛。
当一切归于寂静，世界突然变的清凉明朗。
所以，别为我忧伤，我有我的美丽。
它正要开始。

Friday, December 3, 2010

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