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Until one day, I can truly to be myself. Until then, I can only keep my mouth shut. There are so much that I want to share with you, share with the world, but I can't...
For many reasons, I am guessing I am just that weak and such a coward.
If I want to tell you a story, then first I must learn to speak.
If I want to sing to you, I will have to know how to sing.
If I want to show you, then I need to know how to dance.
I can't speak, can't sing, can't dance either.
I can only keep my head low, dare not looking into your eyes.
I knew you were unfairly treated, cause I was there right beside you.
Once I saw you were smiling, having a good time, but I choose to ignore and left.
Even when you were dying, I told myself everyone has to die, I didn't even go back to see you for the last time.
In fact, I knew you were counting the days just to see me, look at me just in the eyes.
I kept telling myself it's not the right time yet. Even there were times I heard some old music, slightly deeply touched into my soul.
I said to myself, not yet, not yet, not yet.
How many days and nights, you and me will have to wait, wait until we can eventually be together?
The truth is: when I look at you, I know that I am getting older and older, and I am also losing my chances and time.
Yet we are still so far away from our goal.
Not there yet... however, there's nothing more need to be said...
[ 本帖最后由 xblues 于 3-6-2008 00:43 编辑 ] |
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发表于 31-5-2008 22:54:21
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是我自己胡言乱语，一个人呆久了都有这毛病。
喝多了点........我想学弹吉他........
