Continute Dancing

Reading the relationship between u and me,
Holding the broken arrow with a broken heart,
Letting the real and bitter truth pass through my heart,
There was a flower in my soul,
but u kill it with words.

The trouble u created is still haunting my nightmare,
No matter,
how I Extends the period of love,
How I Resist the crawling sound,
I am still able to see u beside the river.

The way u talk had changed,
Since the day I told u,
Every moment of drawing on paper,
I smells your hate to me,
Every seconds of my life was a white paper.

No one willing to take the sickness,
Am I the fool among them?
Reaching my hand and wish to seek for a sip,
Swinging the lust,
Reliance with the desire that offered by sorrow,
I am leaving.

But,
I will always swim and dance,
continue until ashes drown me..

Feel

Remember the day you talked to me,
using your old but nice cell phone,
we went through the whole cold night,
i felt the warmest smile and laugh from you.

The day we met each other,
i was laughing at you but was attracted by your eyes,
the air was so thin,
i was leaking of strength to hold my heart from you.

Starting to realise how far is the distance,
every single tears i dropped for you,
consist of priceless memories,
the pace was just too fast for you.

I repeated countless times of the album,
trying to look for answer from the sorrow,
anyone dare to reply?
even after hundred years?

Looking at your shadow,
walk away from me,
it may feels normal to you,
but not to me..

not to me at all...

The Inside Darkness

Everyday i see you dancing on the floor,
i heard you shouting with a flaming temper,
since the day has no limit to us,
no dying is needed for you to worry.

Keep pushing my limit down to the earth,
trying to put the stars back to the sky,
but you had failed more than hundred times,
you start to slaying down the flowers.

The miles that u went through,
it is the reason that why you cant hear me,
the decent look of your face,
just keep filling the disappointed liquid to my heart.

Wearing the mask which forged by your smile,
trying to deceive me from loving.

I trying to becomes a seafaring man,
to runaway from the cruel,
trying to take an oath of fealty,
seeking for the protection.

The marvelous sounds of piano,
playing from th grand hall by someone,
you holding a blood stained apple,
looking up on the ceiling of hall,
asking me why the world keep spinning.

I see a different character of you,
try to punish me with your words.
you got nothing to gain from me,
i will burn down the forest which i planted long ago.

You will not see me again,
and i will see you from the dark.

我的错？

街边的凳子覆盖着冰冷的雪，
也许那时你对我说的是谎言，
墙角的记号还是那么的清晰，
对我的承诺早已被时间遗忘，
你那温柔又温暖的双手已冷，
夜晚的月光已不再像从前了。

看着手机里的号码，
感觉好陌生。。

早已忘了是什么时候，
你的身影已没有出现，
对你那模糊的样貌流泪。

到了现在还记得那晚的对话，
到最后那声音一直都围绕着。

也许那是你的决定，
也是那是我的缘分，
也许那是我的错，
也许你是对的。

到最后我还是搞不清楚，
也罢。。

It's Hurt So Much

I saw you riding towards him,
looking for something that i missed,
trying to pull back the time,
to recover what you had lost in him.

I see you walk in front of him,
forgive what i did to you,
erase everywhere that i went with you.

No matter what he said,
you still love him more than he does,
no matter how many cracks he made,
there still a lovely kiss from you to him.

Feels slightly better to be with you in a cafe,
tasting the sweet passion fruit juice,
i see your eyes filling with love and happiness,
trying to listen to your story about him.

Walking by your side down the street
you still smile to me,
asking when will we meet again?

Closing my eyes and yell,
it's hurt so much.

Commitment, Truth and Love.
You and Me.
When will it happens?

好想你

当雪积在门前
你乘着我们最后的会亿，
轻轻在我耳边道别，
随着身影的逝去，
我的心也只能默默的悲伤。

也许是夜晚的背叛，
把唯一的一点光藏起来，
也许是对我的责备，
你那微笑已不在，
能不能把期限延后?

也许是我的自私，
把你为一的照片藏起来，
你的离去已开始把我崩溃，
流泪已是我对你思恋的预兆。

慢慢的数着我为你折的星星，
一个一个的慢慢的放进瓶子，
湿着的星星在发光，
这是最后的礼物来告别对你的思恋。

在跨越阴沉的海之前，
在你那最美丽的笑容永远消失前，
希望我能再一次为你开个太阳花，
告诉你我多么爱你的笑容。

也许有一天的晚上，
在另一个边的你能在一次的轻轻告诉我，
“喂！我有想你哦~”

A little short but beautiful story

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.
'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.'

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...