Wednesday, 21 December 2011
那些年，我们一起追的女孩
那些年，我们隔着一个铁门
那些年，天真无邪的我们玩着、笑着
那些年，突然成熟了
成熟了，就疏远了
那些年，我默默地坐在你身后
那些年，你的身影印在我脑海了
那些年，你的笑声，你的马尾
那些年...
那些年，我们是朋友
那些年，我们爱上同一个女孩
那些年过去了
朋友还可以当吗？
那些年，我爱上一个女孩
那些年，赶回家是为了打电话、打电脑
那些年，读书是为了晚上、周末有空
那些年，都过去了
这些年，我感到很空虚
I laughed and cried at the same time
As the movie evoked memories
那些年，我们一起追的女孩
wish that I was never brought into this place
signing off @ 15:15
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Snow
Autumn has passed.
Trees, stripped of their leaves
Stand bare
Winter comes
And the snow showers down
Enveloping the world in a sea of white
Turning the bare trees into skeletal colossi
In a frozen world
Devoid of colour.
Where everything is in shades of black and white
People attempt to introduce some colour
With their bright pink full body tracksuits
And their vomit-inducing greenish-yellow cars
But they try in vain.
As the snow covers all.
wish that I was never brought into this place
signing off @ 16:21
