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September 03 ...鱼又说...[narrated]water说我是水...
海豚说我才是...
因为...
你总说我看不见你的眼泪...
有种流星的美...
在失落的瞬间...
懂得什么是后悔...
water说终于懂得了爱...
了解了不同于喜欢的滋味...
海豚说爱没喜欢来的对...
喜欢一个人...
或许会辗转反侧夜不能寐...
爱一个人...
却要不能控制的流泪...
随时随地都会...
泰戈尔的距离让人心碎...
最近最远...
若即若离...
都不比湮灭灰飞...
water说爱或不爱...
都要活着...
命运的交集中等待...
让我知道一直都在...
海豚说...
长大了...
却还是浪漫的女孩...
说...
你总骗人...
我好像不会说实话...
我不是好人...
April 13 |Day eighteen|--...the singing Dolphin... ...那一年..[the concentric ring]海豚...
的日子不多...
刚开始...
并没觉得...
一个人的日子很自在...
直到遇见了water...
没有风沙的十月...
has a day to remember...
---------------------------------------------------------海豚不会游泳...
只欣赏海边的风...
带走身上的沙子...
带走自由的寒冷...
时间开始溜走...
an afternoon of that october...
一秒一秒的 sneak away...
每一弹指都清楚记得...
当时的感动...
又能改变什么...
一个人还是一个人...
依旧在风中吟唱...还是在台上附魔...
---------------------------------------------------------海豚不走...
会在海里干涸...
精神的不朽...
被水的芬芳禁锢...
离开的好快...
没有痛苦...
精神矍铄...
眼睛却不时恍惚...
穿越时空的列车...
把记忆和爱恋阻隔...
最后的奏鸣...
在手中...厮磨...
让心...渐渐冷落...
remember remember...
that day in october...
when angel was picking his lover...
should we avoid or never... March 17 孩子...我们的... 希望... ||from day 12||最喜欢的颜色是蓝色...
最喜欢的面包是切片...
最喜欢的歌手是阿妹...
最喜欢的水果是梨子...
最喜欢的饰品是耳环...
最喜欢的冬衣是围巾...
最喜欢的人是爸妈...
最喜欢的乐器是大提琴...
最喜欢的运动是跳舞...
不很会化妆...
有可爱美丽的眼睛...
------------------会是个可人的好女孩... March 15 [The resurcurtion]...water... 海豚...[Re]平静...如海...
金黄色的稻海...
丰收的暖意...
覆盖了整身的乖戾...
无以名状的...
屈服着...向着光...
被爱的感动...
被剥离的痛...
都是光洁的外表下...
无以名状的...
风筝...
新加坡的风筝会飞到邻国去呢...
也会飞到中国么...
很少见吧...
那么有毅力的...
风筝...
March 14 [Nine]...meaningly...the being...WE...Us..Thee...[Nine]...
since when...
i am so speechless...
...
what is me...
what is us...
what...
and when...
should be thee and thus...
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if i am mars...
slay all the trash...
but...
i am no longer kids who can hide dump in the harsh...
all are too old to perform for me as such...
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since i am grown...
since i am drown...
in this sea of worm...
we all live to life of our own...
being cold...
distant...
and more...
January 07 1st timewhen will i be full...
somehow... i am a fool...
dun even have a clue...
time... and tide... everything just being so cruel...
flute...
without melody to prove...
its truely identity...
the only thing was my lacking of desinty... |
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