感谢

快乐的时间过得快，
又是时间说拜拜。

虽然如此，但我不会很伤心，
因为这段时间你让我陪着你
再次实现了我所需求的。

需求这份东西，不必一直有，
也不是没了不能，只求曾经拥有，
什么永不永恒的执著没意义。

谢谢你包容了我的任性，
认识了你我或许用尽了我一生的运气，
接下来的路，我得靠自己的双脚走下去。

受过的伤我从不怪你，
尝过的乐我感激不尽，
挨过的苦我逆转成量，
说过的话我必然达成。

这次的考验，我彻底的失败了。
但我还是会完成我对你的承诺，
我绝非轻言之人。

Happy Chinese New Year

A time for joy;
A time for laughs;
A time where everyone is polite;
A time where anything sad just fades away.

I wish all with tears of joy;
I wish all with blessings of soil;
I wish all with their favorite toy;
I wish all with victory's spoils.

I've been waiting for this day to come;
Hoping that my sorrows will succumb;
Happy Chinese New Year is what they chant extravagantly;
But it seems "Happy" doesn't exist in my dictionary.

Nothing Serious

Just a song to mourn your dying rose, goddess;
An alarm ring to wake me from my reverie.
... Nothing Serious...

Happy Came-To-Existence-Day Lawrence

You've reached the age of dreams;
Where we began the fight for our dreams;
Having dreams alone makes you a dreamer;
Fighting to achieve it makes you a contender.

The 100 means the limit that friends can push you;
But having just 100 won't bring your dreams to you;
It's up to you to push the extra 20 percent;
Prove to yourself you're worth every cent.

Look inside to find that driving light, Happy Birthday. BI-A-TCH!

Act. 3-1 Aphrodite's Gift (Revised)

Goddess, your gift is like a rose I hold with my heart.
It's beauty is beyond words, its celestial aroma captivates me.
As I grew more attached to it, so does the rose, entangling my heart.

It grew thorns for every praise I give it, it embeds itself to my heart every time I adore it.

I became clear that I cannot live without the rose, nor can I feel alive without its presence. Removing the thorns hurts the rose, removing the rose hurts my heart, its thorns will claw, its thorns will tear, ripping my heart so I bleed to my death. Leaving it be the rose continues to grow, the slightest wind will scratch my heart.

Aphrodite, you made me an addict. An addict of the greatest drug, an addict of your gift, an addict of love.

Act. 3 Aphrodite's Gift

Oh goddess, why do you toy me so?
Does it amuse you when I feel sore?
Or is this a test to see how I score?
I'm lost, I'm sick, I'm poisoned, I'm torn.

Your gift's a rose, armed with thorns;
It rips my heart, every time it spawns;
Everyday I heal, I recover, somewhere at dawn;
Just to be ripped at night by those hateful thorns.

If that's the way it must be;
I'll accept my fate, I'll let it be;
Rip as much, torn me apart;
Just don't tell me right now we're apart.

Rejoice Aphrodite, you got what you want.
I'll embrace your gift, even if it kills me.

Emptiness is loneliness

Recently, I started to hate big beds. They make me realize just how lonely I am. They make me realize even though I'm in pain, no one will notice.

I used to love big beds, saying that I can roll here and there when I sleep. But after the rolling, when I'm tired and ready to sleep. The emptiness made me see just how dark an empty bed can be, how the emptiness slowly devours me inside, how I slowly lock myself up.

Recently, I can't stand being alone. The loneliness slowly takes my soul away, bite by bite. Please... make it stop...