.

sometimes when one unveils too much,
the attraction is gone.
sometimes when one gets unveiled too much,
the security is gone.

I'm now in the second position.

.

I sometimes just do not know how to keep a venskab.
In retrospect, there're loads of people I was with,
somehow I just walked away from them.

I feel so sorry for those,
it's all my fault.

今天今天

今天我反轉了我的上衣來穿, 回到家中才發覺;

今天下一場大雨, 出去的時候, 還見貓咪在門前在發抖; 回來的時候, 已經安樂地窩在一個小紙箱裡了;

今天我遇到一個容貌很像約拿斯的年輕美國男孩, 他說著人生哲理, 夢想, 然後卻在我面前自慰射精了。

今天, 可真有趣。

up-and-down night

After you're gone,
I read the words from us again.
Every word related to that subject,
just haunts me
because of nearly ruining what we've been through.

After the sparkle,
the seed starts to grow everyday.
I do not know if it will bloom someday,
at least I'm not letting it to be drowned,
by the tears from hearts.

Lovely words.

I'm overwhelmed,
by this.

Cross through the mortal world's sorrow and joy,
distress and disappointment,
In these tender wanderings with you,
Pierce the wild green mountains and desolation,
Accompanying flowers' fragrance, your dreams fly.

In this life I go crazy because of you,
This love has no double below the heaven,
The sword's shadow, the wave's light,
are only passing, only passing.

If there are still tender wanderings with you,
withered faces are hard to lose and forget.

Levi's analysis of me

"i think you are a sensitive girl, that tries to see the best of everyone even when other people say it doesnt exist, you try to find out by yourself how a person is and dont care about what other people thing about that person. you also dont give much attention to what people think about you but sometimes you can feel a little insecure becouse maybe its better to give somemore importance to it when the time is right, you say you dont care about appearce but you know that is not completly truth, you are obviously curious and you like to interact with people, you probably feel "saudade" more often then most peoples..."

"you also look a very independent person but still sometimes you feel like you want to be cared more by another person or people..."

"you kinda look for gratification of what you are and you love when people realize what you do and most importantly how you do and all your choices..."

"Saudade has been described as a "vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist ... a turning towards the past or towards the future".[1] A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missing."

'Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" or "the love that stays" after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. like when you are listing to radio and sometimes this music just starts playing and you remember of a group of friends or a exboyfriend or something like that. and you feel all the excitement you felt in that time and at the sime time some nostalgic feeling"

Poem

No more stories are told today

"It comes from having watched a lot of TV when I was a kid. I feel like I've been told so many stories in my life I don't need to hear anymore, and so I've kind of given up on being impressed by stories." - Jonas Bjerre

my little airport & 陳寧 - 藍白紅風格練習

Tu me manques, tous les jours, tous les soirs　
我把你的名字　
栽種在一株李樹下　
讓枝葉伸展　
向天空表白　
我無從訴說的愛　

Je vais traverser la rue pour te retrouver　
你給的功課　
我都做完了　
學會了　
如何撒嬌　
如何獨自睡覺　
如何點煙　
如何和不相識的人聊天　
如何離去　不驚動任何人　

Je me souviens de toi, comme ca.　
我記得一些周日的早上　
我記得一些醒來的感覺　
我記得一些城市的清晨　
我記得你長長的眼睫毛　
我記得他安靜的呼吸聲　
我記得對街樓房的光線　
我記得陽台上的灰鴿子　
我記得深夜的便利商店　
我記得戲院裡你的側影　
我記得
我怕我將不記得

Wanton night

My lovely mommy making wanton with a warming smile.

Fate

It's 3rd August again.
How could I forget, on that 3rd August two years ago,
I was flying towards you.
Thousand miles, from my beloved home,
to your sweetland.

It's 3rd August again.
This time I am also flying towards you,
only hundred miles,
across the small channel.

Such a beautiful memorable coincidence,
the same date, the same reason, the same man.
This time I'm not flying to icy cold north,
but you, the naughty funky seagull,
fly to the warm southeast for this magical summer.

Jeg savner dig rigtigt meget, bare vil se dig igen.

Linger

I sometimes ignore some people,
whom I don't think will ever talk to again.

Some guy called today.
Last time we had nice time together,
was like a month ago.
I can't even remember his voice and name.

Ludvig called again.
He's been trying to reach me for 2 weeks,
everyday, every second when he sees me.

I wonder why these people linger
on a stranger,
on a memory,
that once appeared in their lives.
Shouldn't people just move on?
We all know it's just an episode.

Candle-light Vigil

Candles are flicking and sparkling, lightening up the gloomy darkness.
With thousands of passionate hearts and angry roars,
we, hongkongers, made another episode of history.
They have not been alone for 20 years.


Packed with sweat, flocking to the metro.

Ran into Long Hair, a little sweet memory.

Dream

had a dream last night,
want to write it down, before my memory is gone.

He's German.
He had blonde and messy hair, and
the dirty yellow t-shirt.
He currently stayed in Sino in MK,
and he's my guest.

We dined with two koeran girls, even though
they didn't look like koeran, or asian at all.
One of them left the camera at the restaurant,
but I was there to pick it up.
They went into an accessary shop, looking for hair clips.

German and I waited outside,
we started to talk about ourselves.
He spent 4 days on train, because he was misled.
He wanted to go from FoTan to somewhere.

That restaurant was famous for its location,
because all the musicians came down here.
And there were many music stores,
or musical-related stores nearby.

I take my orange backpack,
now I wake up.

tear, tears

they were torn apart,
tears welled up in my eyes.
Every teenager, with a big heart, vented their passion and anger,
and eventually paid their own lives.

Who hasn't been bold and crazy in youth?
Youth is an excuse, and a reason, for us
to action,
to rebel,
to clarify,
what the hearts really think.

Youth only sparkles once.