Tuesday, April 19, 2011

CONFUSED.


i seemed like living in a wonderful life, frens are all around me, look like a HAPPY GO LUCKY person...

but who knows, i'm now 19th, and all i come over, are totally much and more than a 19th.
what i've experienced, is oso more over than a 19th.

that's y, ppl never think...what i've suffering, is oso earlier and much and more than a 19th.


but i never blame it, because all the way since the starting untill now, i walk myself alone!

what i've realised and experienced, i figured out myself in every hard things those happened on me.


19th isn't meant YOUNG for me so, the only YOUNG is only the number, but infact i'm not YOUNG anymore and only i knew it myself.


i'm just confused...am i just only born to die?? NO, ofcoz NO! then y this kinda weird thingy keep appearing on my mind?? maybe.... maybe.. I LOST MYSELF & I GOT NOTHING ACTUALLY, I'M OSO NOBODY.
 i meet thousand n million of ppl walk thru my life, everyone is different, and i see though the truth of this world, and i grow up myself without anyone.

but life is realistic, and life is cruel.. imma such kind of soft hearted person, until today, i stil cannot stand of this kinda realistic in this world myself.
i've failed for myself but not others..seriously.

Monday, February 14, 2011

爱情与面包。

如果你问我爱情与面包,我当然选择面包。
哪怕某天你不要我了,我不就一无所有。

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Rose.



Some say love it is a river    that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor     that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger      an endless aching need

I say love it is a flower    And you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking       that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking      that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken         who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying      that never learns to live
And the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think love is only      for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter      far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love


In the spring becomes a ROSE.