I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme,and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next.
Friday, July 22, 2011
要。不要。
我不知道这是不是我想要 但我知道你其实并不要 我以为 我可以 只是某种因素觉得我还需要
我谁都不要 谁都不找 因为不想让你们看到 只想躲在门边的一角
伪装并不能忘记那味道 曾有多次为你懊恼 但时候已来到 我不能不放掉
一切是否能回到 我们绕过的跑道 我只能留在心中 做自己的问号
i dont feeel good again, damn it. but i have to move on.
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