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Monday, February 25, 2013

I believe i am a child~




Tuesday, February 19, 2013

有些,就再也~

有些泪流了,就再也阻止不了了~
有些快乐消失了,就再也难寻了~
有些明星不出名了,就再也被淘汰了~
有些朋友绝交了,就再也失去信心~
有些婚姻失败了,就再也失去性心~
有些地方开采了,就再也不肥沃了~
有些动物被杀了,就再也绝种了~
有些树木砍了,就再也没资源了~
有些拼图不见了,就再也不完整了~
有些苗种了,就再也拔不起了~
有些建筑塌了,就再也建不回了~
有些政治倒台了,就再也不能成立了~
有些新闻拨了,就再也解不了了~
有些时光流逝了,就再也转不回了~
有些方法用了,就再也不尝试了~
有些食物吃了,就再也腻了~
有些东西上瘾了,就再也戒不掉了~
有些习惯久了,就再也改不掉了~
有些笑话笑久了,就再也哈不出了~
有些笨蛋等久了,就再也不被骗了~
有些才华藏久了,就再也流失了~
有些流行过时了,就再也被忽略了~
有些问题问了,就再也不查了~
有些玩完了,就再也没戏了~
有些游戏玩了,就再也不能停了~
有些摔了,就再也挡不住了~
有些钱丢了,就再也拾不到了~
有些书读了,就再也荒废了~
有些影片观了,就再也不注意了~
有些舞跳了,就再也跳不来了~
有些画面看了,就再也记不起了~
有些旋律听了,就再也不想听了~
有些路忘了,就再也出不来了~
有些歌唱了,就再也没气了~
有些情消失了,就再也没感觉了~
有些东西不见了,就再也找不到了~
有些屁排了,就再也驱不走了~
有些信寄了,就再也讨不回了~
有些事做了,就再也不能倒回了~
有些字写了,就再也擦不掉了~
有些话说了,就再也不能收回了~
有些物品没买着了,就再也买不到了~
有些恋不珍惜,就再也保不了了~
有些力气没了,就再也提不起经了~
有些事闹大了,就再也止不住了~
有些灵感没了,就再也不给力(kik)了~
有些呼吸断了,就再也不在人世了~
有些坏不枪声,就再也逊掉了~
有些比赛输了,就再也不参加了~
有些想念淡了,就再也打消了~
有些承诺守不住,就再也崩溃了~
有些爱上了,就再也放不开了~
有些错过了,就再也不能挽留了~
有些离开了,就再也追不回了~
有些缘分尽了,就再也不能在一起了~


还有很多就请你们在流言区写下吧~

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Breath PaIN~

Never know where, when or how
Never someone, anyone or no one
Never experience, gain or loss
Never ever ever ever

Right or wrong?
True or false?
Dark or Bright?
See or blind?
Love or hate?
......etc.

I hope only the best for my grandmother, hope she can recover soon, sorry for my stubborn mind and i am so snobbish.  I only want to say because of family matter i only see you few times in a year. You say you only see me for few times in a year during lunch yesterday, and what made me most horrible is u last added you just come and see me when i almost dead. That really penetrate trough my heart and linger my whole mind endless. I want to say popo i'm sorry, i really love you, i know you really want to see me, forgive me for i always busy with my things.
God bless you~ I will pray for you sincerely and forgive my sin for childish personality.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or stimulate it where it does not----Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Night is full of sorrow dripping......tears......as no one know what ones is going through......