昨天睡下后做了个梦。
梦到凌晨4点多，和一堆怪不拉叽的蜀黍们一起喝茶，其中有梁文道。
我很镇定地和大人们谈论着，人人手里都夹着一支烟。大家正经得很，却也轻松。
我问道长：原来你生活也这么不健康哒？
道长说：健不健康，并不是这样计算的。

 

 

 

噢，真是一个美妙又睿智的梦。

 

 

 

 

 

Stop all the clocks

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

 

 

有过这样的时刻吧…
霎那间，你无法忍受时钟的嘀嗒，电话的铃声，小狗的轻吠——
你拒绝一切日常的声音，它们刺耳得不堪。
你的身体空旷了，灵魂凋零了。
荡漾在时间以外，却仍旧依附于这个照常运作的星球，你感到失去逻辑的一阵愤怒。
你一次次地重复，他死了。对自己，对别人：他死了。不是过世、离去、归西，是死了。
你选择最真切残忍的字眼，纵情于自己的痛苦。

 

 

 

你曾是我的每一寸前行的方向；你是我日复一日的梦想。
你是抚慰我安然入睡的药剂，支持我呼吸游走的马达。你是我的活动，也是我的休止。
你是我不缺席的四季；你是我的白天，午夜，无时无刻。
你是我的晴朗，阴云，雨滴，雾气；我的话语，乐曲，全部欢喜。
……
还以为这份爱可以永恒。我却错了。

 

 

 

 

第一次，在第一次读一首诗时掉了眼泪。

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to tell the truth, i dont know what can i do for you, sweetheart. i know you may not even read my blog at this time. not long ago i've gone through the same misfortune. im telling this not becoz i think it will make you feel better, but to testify a simple truth that, shit happens. there's an interesting physical point of view as we've discussed before,  life a process of increasing entropy . i guess it can even apply beyond matters, leading to the fact that being stronger and tougher is the only way we can possibly live on. we all get tired and depressed from time to time, n i just need you to remember, there're always someone here for you, caring about you much more than you expected. it's not just something literal or fake. it's true.

 

enjoy the song if you cud.(i think its cute n brisk but yes, we always have different tastes..whatever;)

 

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New Soul

 

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world hoping
I could learn a bit about how to give and take
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul
in this very strange world hoping
I could learn a bit about what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
woo

This is a happy end
cause' you don't understand
everything you have done
why's everything so wrong

This is a happy end
come and give me your hand
I'll take your far away

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world hoping
I could learn a bit about how to give and take
But since I came here
felt the joy and the fear
finding myself making every possible mistake

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...( a new soul...)

 

 

 

 

 

今天看了revolutionary road。

传说这是一部深不见底的片子，原谅我看的时候一直在敲核桃吃。
很多细节并不太明白，对一些争吵的局面感到无限困惑。

但我的确看明白了，

时间啊，是如此地辣手摧花。
无论是对美人，梦想，还是爱情。

 

 

 ...

 

选择在这里给你写信，因为我知道你永远不会看到。

从小到大，我从来不敢在你面前真正地表露自己。或许也是因为如此，在你眼中，我始终是个不明白事理的肤浅的孩子。说不清是什么原因，使我宁愿让你误解我，也不愿意让您了解我。或许是害怕吧，在你面前，我的一切据理力争总是显得那么无知与可笑。我努力表现得不屑，但心里知道，我是害怕你的。

不是害怕别的，而是害怕你失望的眼神。

小时候，成绩不好，做了错事...

 

 

 

“你知道吗？当我们相信自己对这个世界已经相当重要的时候，其实这个世界才刚准备原谅我们的幼稚。”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

不知道 谁是对的
只知道 他们都不像我
不像我要求那么多
不像我 思考那么久
不像我 如此耐心等候
发现一切都是错的
就看你怎么说

如果你爱我 乞求你说
说一个完美的谎话 让我感动
如果你爱我 乞求你说
说一个严重的谎话 给一个完美的借口

全世界都是对的 决不像我
全世...

 


我想你依然在我房间 再多疼我一遍就走
我想是情歌唱得太深重 害你舍不得我
没有缠绵悱恻的场面 没有对白的你爱我
如果灯光再昏暗都无用 你眼泪为谁流
黑夜说思念让人简单 星星说月亮最寂寞
你是我一场好梦 明天一切好说
我想你依然在我房间 赖着我一直不肯走
我想是缘份哪里出差错 情歌才唱着不松口...