A looser wink

满腔悲情傾何处,
落幕后屏谁知苦.
原来风光似浮云,
旁人走影如流沙.
落于世间微言苦,
方知苦处何方长.
道以笑说尽潇洒,
却为尘世缠半身.
若非苟且续残喘,
早以退路追仙踪.

Night 。Knife

The whole world is dark,
where the stars in the sky do not shine.
The moon fallen behind the mass,
while the shadow rise and the wolf cry.

The moment feeling is down,
where the phone seems ever long silent.
The beating heart can't hold while,
the breathing stop and vacant.

Where is the all living salvation,
Where is the healing for empty soul.
where is the broken string stay,
and where is the peace mind gone.

Because the night is dark,
because the dark sharp like a knife.
No where to hide, no one to lie,
the darkness dominate til die.

八月情

花飘的季节,
秋风传送屡屡的弥音,
你离开的消息
好像轻沙吹开在尘世里,
无声无息.
掉在疼爱你的人的眼里,
却只有流不尽的眼泪.
你用疯癫来看这世界,
到底洞悉了什么.
上天的安排,
你可曾有抱怨.
或许你是明憭的,
只有我们在浮沉.
这一切都不重要.
过往的耿怀,
还有无尽的叹息,
审判日中,
让落花埋葬你的今生,
末于这悲情的八月.


后语: 表姐, 请一路走好. 姑姑们都记得你小时候聪明乖巧的样子.
如果有缘, 下一辈子让亲情再牵续我们, 好吗.

无谓的挣扎

做家务, 还是上网?

好, 上网赢了. 哈...当然选择轻松来的好. 每每到了周末, 而又在家发呆时. 我的挣扎是由早到晚. 白色的地板, 躺着无力的掉发, 黑黑丝丝弯弯的发亮, 嘲笑我的懒惰. 厨房里的乱叠, 永远等着我的到来. 小房内的杂物, 都在盼望我这主人把它们弄整齐一点. 但我除了进去拿厕纸之外, 都视而不见. 窗帘说了 N 年要洗, 还是搁在一旁. 唉, 我没从妈妈婆婆那儿传来丁点的劳辛精神.

小时候, 成天都看到妈妈从早忙到晚. 也没抱怨什么. 去到婆婆那边, 更不的了. 凌晨四点起床 (她晚上九点就入忱了) 步行半小时去买菜, 回来烧菜打扫. 还加很多花样. 做一些点心糖水之类. 帮忙看顾儿孙. 妈妈还说, 在她们小时候, 婆婆也奏上一脚, 做个灯笼及一些小玩意. 抓鱼, 宰鸡, 养鸭, 样样都来.
那时候, 我很天真的想, 长大后, 我自然而然就会向她们一样啦. 结局就像今天, 挣扎!!! 还是上网 -_-

好啦好啦, 我现在就去抹个地板...

You are the one

** A Tribute to MJ **

你的从前来到我的现在

时间的不允许,
我们都无法停留.
我突然想给你从前的我.

走着不能回头的路,
这滋味我们都在体会.

你说过喜欢我的笑靥,
现在想起我有存在的价值.

已经过了无数的秋冬,
我才发觉那一丝丝的温暖,
在于你曾经的付出.

我以为我的潇洒,
是最好的回报.
但现在的你,
都不在我想象里头,

你眼中曾经的温柔,
都渗透了我的回忆,

像在这样的夜晚,
拥有过的甜蜜,
都舔在微笑的嘴角.

做了的抉择,
其实都是一个未知数.

那若有若无的颤栗.
就在于完美与不完美之间.

如果我不再有你的消息,
那是一个怎样的领悟.

Sometime I couldn't make it

There are so many things to achieve while alive.
I really not sure the intention of creator in making man to this earth.
Are we born to compete with each other,
Or we were created to battle for survive.
I was taught to be hardworking and do the best.
What If I couldn't make it.

There are people do well in the progress of life.
I do envy those who made beautiful result and get the applause always.
Should everyone born as dummy,
Or some just created outstanding.
I was told not to make mistake to gain my reputation,
What if I couldn't make it.

There are rules of game to be one in this society.
I wonder how to obey the regulation in order to be a proper person.
Shall I just follow absolutely,
Or I have the right to stray from.
I was instructed to follow the norm and majority engaging,
What if I couldn't make it.

There are defination of good and bad.
I've learned a word called perfect with the infinity meaning behind it,
Why can't accept someone who they are,
Or changing is need to please,
I was being expected to be a fine hereditary,
What if I couldn't make it.




** voices from brittleness, pls give courtesy**

An Evoke of Lifetime

My Fountain of Love

If is not the color, it must the shinny of you eyes,
Your light like the glitters in the dark.
The moment we met I will never be alone,
You enhanced the day light over the night.

If is not the clarity, it must the pureness of your soul
Your truthful shows me the meaning of love,
The simplicity between tell no lie nor disloyal.
You gave me everything except sorry.

If is not the cut, it must be the shape of your heart
Your hugs and kisses like the blossom in winter.
The journey of love is built invulnerable,
You made my world warm and safe.

If is not the carat, it must be the weight of your love.
Your care is above every little thing.
The sorrow and sweetness always in balance,
You filled up the incompetence of my life.