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September 14 [terminal]...葵...[назначение]好像是水...
不经意间有了交汇...
好像玫瑰...
绽放时舒展着花蕊...
好像蝉蜕...
靡靡不清是儡是傀...
好像玉髓...
剔透晶莹且翡且翠...
as a ray of light...
with a deeply greyed sight...
everyday turns out to be a fight...
a great companion with a great might...
心中有一种色彩...
描绘出一种情怀...
留恋着一种澎湃...
失去是一种痛快...
suddenly had thought of a way...
as the light as the ray...
it pinches through the thickest hay...
burns the ashes burns the clay...
thinking of blunting the hottest day...
to be exiled from the rest of may...
in this september i shalt lay...
rest to make a date with the full fate but late sway...
and should stay...
wif my kuay... September 07 uneraseable guilt--[guilty me]feeling guilt...
to someone that i owned...
to someone that watched me borned...
to someone have me raised...
to someone...
good luna in the mist...
added ones to my list...
wana say sorry...
before boarding the ferry...
who did i aid for mild...
who did i feel for guilt...
words said are out of the reality dispensing...such a criminal could but far 2 much on earth 2 b comencin'...
shepherd...the lamb cares the one and only...diet of others does not concern him as much as many...
twained should we... 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 08 ...viva la vie boheme...for the rent...
unrequited love...to whom...
mother nature may i comment...
she had us in womb...
been painful in the throes of passion...
shalt me denote my connotation...
cry laugh and strip besides all kinds of coercion...
poet as i was titled...
peace should i talk in words that metaled...
irony wrists ego mind...
mentioned me to be a prude been band...
whip the things off the prudent way...
become a damp disheveled star in the milky way...
so should the naked billow the obeyed...
and the throne would never only been the fayed...
what to uphold...
or what to be told...
truth or lies...
in the textbook we only taught to differentiate bees or flies... November 21 闲暇...的...春秋冬夏...额角斑斓的发卡...
把渐渐堆积的苦发...
收成一扎...
等在春天装点海边的小家...
微冷的风中慢慢拖拉...
寻找迟到的轻花...
细细磨做青茶...
沏泡在夏夜里几上的紫砂...
在院中捉虫翻瓦...
捉一尾金线乌甲...
要那对威风的口器好好玩耍...
秋时带将军的剪影入画...
一同守着深红的幼芽...
看那不停变幻的天边云霞...
静与不静没有视差...
初冬鬓角有细雪待擦...
...
为她带那发卡...
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如此这般的倔呆疯话...
... February 19 ...春泥...花季...[prayer...]没有雪的香气...
有鲜草的清息...
少了红的印记...
下黑色的雨滴...
擦亮远天的霹雳...
看万物巨细无遗...
攀上穹顶的云梯...
描白在墨色毛坯...
天人五衰...
六相遗骸...
因果业债...
永生归来...
安泰...
chant as...
善哉...
咤呀牟咤嗨唢... December 30 ...Quenya...Sinyë elen...
Silë tyessë... Nai... Írë mor yalë... Indolya yéva vórima... Lelyal eressëa mallë... Ai! Manen palan nál márillo... Mornië utúlië... A harya estel ar hiruval menilya... Mornië alantië... Vanda ëa tyessë sí... Nai... I yalië huineo... Autuva... Nai... Lelyalyë... Hirien i aurë... Írë i ló avanië... Poluval hosta aurë... Mornië utúlië... A harya estel ar hiruval menilya... Mornië alantië... Vanda ëa tyessë sí... ...
Vanda ëa tyessë sí... October 25 ...時間の流れ...有没有时间机器...
能把光阴冻结为琉璃...
用透明告知深藏的秘密...
这些曾经失去的往昔...
不小心触动的记忆...
美丽的蝴蝶是出自谁人的手笔...
色彩夸张风格忸怩...
好像剥去了羊的狼皮...
选一块水草肥美的封地...
从此加冕称王世袭妄替...
或许还能循着前世的山脊...
看那壶清茶有没有加维他命C...
October 09 世界...我...[mist]我把这世界烧了...
到处都只剩下灰色...
大漠中驾驭辇车...
找寻昨日的长河...
他都已经干了...
渔也已经死了...
再没有一点点水泽...
来解救那锈住的僵轲...
或许应该放开眼前的忐忑...
把青春挥洒的更淋漓更华奢...
今天和明天总能把热血写在史册...
而我呢...
是不是不再能问问上帝如果那么...
是不是那世界把我烧了...
October 01 ...AM...两点...
难眠...
煮面...
冲凉...
耳鸣...
...
吴镇宇好帅... 有史杰克那么帅...
...
戏里面...
爱情可以让人为之放弃生命...
还有总是比傻傻的男人固执一点的傻女人...
erm...
大半夜的就没有大团圆的戏看么...
... September 11 幼稚...[my musketeers...]其实我们都一样幼稚...
只在乎自己哭过了多少次...
...
长不大的孩子...
不断的敷衍了事...
在明明那里听来的歌...
唱得不错啊...
哈...
不想看他们的爱情就这么消逝...
可是...
看起来却也满是无助的托词...
只说说或许就能忘记...
可是...
当她结婚的时候...
你会去看看最美的她么...
会为她祝福...
为她干杯...
为她醉...
醉的一塌糊涂...
他还是会坚强的...
这么远...
我不知道...
也看不见...
他会不会哭泣...
却知道...
轻快的琐事下面...
一定深深的埋着泪滴...
这之后...
他会长大的...
大家都会...
有谁不是...
when if u are able to make a choice...
to erase your beautiful voice...
just like you had removed your age and years...
ever been through without fears...
选一个想要回去的年代...
再做一次幼稚的小孩...
天空中闪耀的虹彩...
就是我们梦想的舞台...
be a kid...
in the wonderland...
where no lust...
no lure...
no love...
was ever known...
never known...
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I am Sam...
he loves her and so does she...
they love each other so much...
nothing can ever seperate thee...
September 06 去海边...夏天...初夏的炎炎...
细砂的绵绵...
凉凉的风轻... 蓝蓝的冷冰... 牵挂着飞鸟展翼的太早...
会不会折了稚嫩的羽毛... 岸边的灌木唤作岚穗...
甜腻的味道忆及梦中的倾城翡冷翠...
诗人说终有日会沐在那光辉...
看看执著的美丽再也没有消褪...
scholars being able to farsee...
poets being able to tell the prophecy...
estalished at the end of the bay...
chanting words as they have the rights to say...
in the siren they sang a song...
the canton lasts as forever was not long...
the story was told from man to man...
how did a mermaid sacrifice herself in pan...
for her prince she had dried...
all the vapour whiled she cried...
love she thought that she was in...
but forbid the thought of being the only keen...
篝火的晚宴在月下安眠...
蜡烛跳动的编织着长裙的花边...
海天间只剩晦暗不清的狭狭一线...
好远的对面...
没有热情的浪花飞溅...
却也是飞雪漫天...
冰冰的迷人的花片...
悄悄潜入心间...
好远的对面...
August 15 爱芬芳...her fragrance...淡淡橙香...
悠悠薇蔷...
有天使悄悄落泪...
染了我天空的苍...
前味后味...
秋芳霞长...
her fragrance...
had me soaked in my dishonorance...
veux-tu pour danser avec moi...
ce soir...
雨后有几许薄雾...
bitter tasted my mood...
那天...
云如白鹭...
fawns in the wood...
纵风雪如故...
she been always the fairy hood...
ぽっかり...
私の天空...
ずっとそして広く...
もしない泣きなさい...
August 02 ...天涯...glory and honor 天涯是口好刀... 笑那投江的诗人太孬... 今日欲策马疾驰逐怒涛...
骤弦断... 风发意气逐消...
江南...烟雨...侠少... 望春霓裳舞妖娆... 莫念菱花香满桥...
July 23 ...说不出的爱...相爱着的两人...
说不出的缘分...
星夜前的黄昏...
静静数着秒针...
靡靡中...
裹着布毯...
难眠...
匆匆转身...
再也不堪...
无言的心门...
怯挡昼夜的风岚...
爱垓不该...
悲奈不耐...
藏不住的爱情...
在等待...
不开始就不必等待...
注定要失去的黎明...
不负责任的逃逸...
是对什么的无奈...
执著的假意豪迈...
悲的丑态...
Quo vadis... July 20 davy jone's locker...tia dalma...
a woman with charm...
davy jone was a man of steel...
who consumed human soul for meal...
but in the game of love...
hes as fair as a dove...
he lost... lost to her him heart...
there was a quote for him...
untameable ones could only be tamed by those who are tameable not...
hes a man with little capacity to tame...
compare to jack whom charmed his godness and lured her hot...
hes such a pathetic miserable being...
hurt so deep...
recite his long lost past digged his forbidable heart with love of no meaning...
in front of the organ he weep...
a music box of his...
loser he is...
jack's gone...
but his theme shows us his return his bone...
wat davy has...
long lost love...
poor boy a lost dove...
July 18 Ça va?Pidgins and Creoles...
effete aesthetes...
Salvaging is saving...
in a manner of speaking...
parley...
were they friends after all...
will they save each other from the fall...
defended each other sometimes before...
and now the friendship abandoned for a chance to aboard the shore...
sailing in the bohemian style...
compass heading treasures beyong the isle...
the dead man's chest...
the derelict from a peot's fest...
some legendary locker had this manifest...
once a flying dutchman seeking nowhere for a rest...
Jack Sparrow...
neither a good man or a chanter who hides his sorrow...
fearless he Aye...
bravely telling truth nor more then lie...
that's just a fragment of his charming nature...
he slack-jawed jerk but always grip his future...
tats him the capt. jack sparrow...
savvy...
July 13 ...在指间流转的...喝着咖啡...等待着萎靡钝化的神经...渐渐舒展苏醒...准备面对周而复始的生命...和其中不可逃避不可承受之轻...
在帕海贝尔的手稿里...大提琴又沦落为了配角...我爱的她再次甘愿于妥协...歌唱着别人诀别...体念着时光流泻...
love is ferocious...
but it is not a tiger...
though it could be more when talked about hunger...
a hungery man should be anger...
they said...
but it does not raise the right to harm one's daughter...
there are descriptives for every murder...
as patricide for the father...
fratricide for a brother...
and matricide for one's mother...
but only not mentioned on someone's daughter...
couples are bonded to be together...
not a prey for slaughter...
to travel further...
prepare the ever gentled love and devoted flower...
to keep her heart always yours...
this should all be noted down with a feather...
童年的夜晚不曾魇眠...藏在心中的思念...如苦味漫过了方糖的甜...终在搅拌中消失不见...曾经是芳的昙花一现...
同样的廉价...同样的琐碎...同样的自怜自哀...同样的隐讳...怯懦的邀月未果而假寐...寻一片云遮掩手边的玫瑰...
July 08 ...shepherd...shepherd...
exiled me endear shepherd...
guided me not as me being your herd...
vowed me not since promises not found which i ever refered...
abhorrence i was imbued...
tiny heart struggled with the byword you had had me lockered...
voluptuous i was immuned...
shallow creature mentality minded with the armory knackered...
viviparous...
where the origin tends to be...
the fairytale i told thee...
where the aquamarine like the bubles she...
vapourises and bleed till she...
ferrous...
guffaw... outrages and loud...
should my idiotism adds the proud...
tame me...
i only shout...
shepherd...
where r u...
tainted me...
twained sumus...
forsworn not oui...
thee...
share the flesh for me...
then should i feed the flea...
ce...
shivered lamb sailed in sea...
his boundless yard was no more then pea...
the lambi so fool who could not see...
her tiny pit but his ocean and sea...
wordsworth...wordless...maybe...
July 02 Art...艺和术...[narrated]给人以美的享受的技艺...
艺...
术...
艺入化境...
成就了术...
人还是不应该懂得太多...
那限制了想象的空间...
现实的枷锁...
在思想中令人难以挣脱...
或许...
是不辨对错...
还不能不理会书本上的白纸黑字...
不能相信他们其实也是道听途说...
到时...
翅膀就带走迷惑...
随心所欲...
打造精神的理想国...
天空海阔...
...murmured...
...followed by the quoted...
文字...
作为许多东西的承载...
她自己...
也是活的...
用自己...
来体现人的生命力...
物似主人型...
她和他开始变得相像...
一样的思考...
一样的语调...
讲述着...
他所见证的精神和自由的飞鸟...
那一天...
他变了...
她也会无闻的跟随...
衷心的如着了魔...
有一天...
她发现...
没有了默契...
已再也鼓不起承受碎裂的勇气...
她就离开了...
好像被遗弃...
从此...
他永远的丧失了...
运用文字的能力...
许久...
也有认识他的说...
是他遣她走的...
不想自己枯萎的精神...
让她惋惜...
Karfreitag...
it was done by tat day...
as i promised...
narratively beened...
though...
i tryed to be sfumato...
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