Monday, April 02, 2007
雨下整夜
我的爱溢出就像雨水
院子落叶
跟我的思念厚厚一叠
几句是非
也无法将我的热情冷却
你出现在我诗的每一页
雨下整夜
我的爱溢出就像雨水
窗台蝴蝶
像诗里纷飞的美丽章节
我接着写
把永远爱你写进诗的结尾
你是我唯一想要的了解
the thing about leaving the best for the last is that, more often than not, people don't stick around long enough to get the best out of everything.
just like the song above, every page of the book depicts a certain someone and the promise lies right at the end. what if the person never stuck around long enough to read the ending? and if one appears in every page of the book, is it because she means too much, or will it not be special anymore? oh, so many perspectives to just one issue. life's such an amazing irony.
goodnight world. =D
-cheryl
12:56 AM
Cheryl
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