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One day remedies wiil be used up, while stories will always go on.



Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Liebesbrief

Sometimes, I like being surrounded; surrounded by people, voices, and smells.
Like the pond where fish belong to;
like the canvas where water painting stuck to;

Sometimes, I like being in a crowd.
Everything happening around is all unexpected;
each eye contact, each smile and each touch will never repeat.

Other times, I like being alone.
I'm the captain of my soul.
Each detail is under my control.
I manipulate the rules.

There are still a few of times when the crowds are too crowded, when the soul is too lonely.
Hollow stuffs up my mind whenever my room is empty.
Emptiness knocks down my life whenever my room is hollow.

There's nothing better than happiness, which consists of a girl called "me," and a guy called "you."

Still, each eye contact, each smile, and each touch are unexpected.
You are now the pond, the canvas, the voice that I'm addicted to.
Any of them will neither replay nor fade away.
Because you are exactly where I belong to.

2 comments:

  1. DO NOT PANIC!
    This dosen't happen to me.
    (You guys know who I'm leaving this comment to. XD )

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  2. 你這篇讓我想到了這個:
    http://tns.ndhu.edu.tw/~xiangyang/essb1_9.htm

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