2009-06-27 16:35
MJ.
it' s weird you know, people always claim that human beings are the strongest. but lives still disappear like flame on a candle, weak, shaking. And being blown off all in a sudden.
but MJ is different. He's like a Meteor. No one has the right to criticise his life. Blazingly beautiful.
June 27, 2009 |
2009-05-25 21:16
关于在最为烂漫之时死亡的年少.
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一直不愿意承认你是我生命中的过客.
---Sophisticate
极光 Aurora
曾经在很久以前揣摸过你的模样. 是不听话的碎短发, 还是乖巧的长马尾. 眼睛是像猫一般狡黠, 还是静好宛如湖水.
零碎的音符像槭树叶筛下的光斑.
我也只是想, 甚至无从下笔. 墨也就干了.
风花 Windflower
I saw your face in a crowded place.
而当你出现在我面前, 感觉轻柔得似曾相识.
And I don't know what to do.
你仿佛还是那个我所熟悉的你; 只是多了一层真实的光辉, 像未经雕琢的钻石, 让我错以为多年以后, 我还能辨认出你苍老的容颜.
'Cause I'll never be with you.
[你我相遇的时间怎堪那般漫长.]
我一度忽略了我也终将老去.
画中人 Jung Frau in the Canvas
时间仿佛在你的视线中脱轨. 你注视着橱窗里的拉斐尔,我注视着你与治愈天使重叠的面容.
被光阴的车辙碾碎的清晰透明.
我看着来去行人面容的倒影, 竟不知谁是你的情人.
背对着夕阳, 我宛如看见你灵魂中的白色鸟群大片迁徙而去.
流云.
假面 Mask
在与你相遇之前,我就开始思索你将如何离开我.
[抱歉, 我有舞伴了.]
[我在等人, 可以借个位子么?] [谢谢你, 再见.]
[对不起我认错人了.]
或者是一个不曾, 也不将向我绽开的微笑.
或者只是把不经意在这里栖息的目光转开, 像鸟儿从一个树梢跳到另一个.
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover.
那挽留呢.
我又怎能牵起你的手在情爱的坟墓上舞蹈.
唯恐因你摘下面具之后, 你以离开作为对我破坏规则的惩罚.
长桌 Long Table
[日光下我所做的一切事, 都是虚空, 都是捕风.]
我坐在长桌这一头, 凝视着你在那一头汇入人群, 踏上与我不相干的轨道, 甚至没能准备挽留的说辞.
而其实即使有, 也说不出口. 像水里的鱼远远望着睡莲上醒来的蝴蝶消失在苍穹尽头.
然而是否应当感谢这四个座位的距离, 我没有看清你; 甚至没触及那层光辉.
我不会再认得你.
亲手为你打制一只华美的钟, 然后在豆蔻年华的葬礼上敲响它.
来不及蜕为救赎的时间成为了令人体无完肤的利器.
即将死亡溃烂的荼靡. 倘若我只一瞥这花事就把头转开, 便永不必见它凋零.
活在理想中的生命毫无意义. 但轻狂年少将颜色褪尽, 你的荼靡之时却奇异地不朽. 我想象着将来在梦中拥着我所熟悉的你, 沉默着老去.
宛如祭奠沙漠中的水汽.
May 25, 2009
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少年.
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2009-05-22 02:08
.....除了笑点.
爸去尼日利亚出差..去非洲他连项链都没敢带着. 但不巧我们下周要搬家家私又需要几天才送到于是今天就急急匆匆地我们母子俩出去看家私OTLLL.
母上-M; 我-N
那个尼伯尔的男服务员很热心地跟我们介绍沙发, 他口音很重但是还是勉强听得懂. 他把我们领到一套那种多功能可拆卸的沙发前面讲了一通. 我们两个很认真地盯着他并在合适的时候 "hmmm" 和 "ahhh" 了. 最后非常慎重地点了点头.
N: 妈你听懂他刚刚讲什么了么.
M:[诧异] 啊我没听懂. 你听懂了吗?
N: 咦那你最后yes什么. 反正我是没听懂.
M:那你点什么头?!
N:....................[面面相觑三十秒之后转向依然很认真在旁边待命的尼泊尔服务员] I beg you a pardon?
...搞了半天原来他是在说那套沙发里的一只下面可以弹出一块东西并且头枕可以往后调, 使沙发最后变形为躺椅状.
我们买了一只用来挡主人房厕所门的衣柜[...], 一张饭桌, 主人房的床和我的床. 我挑了一张120的, 虽然有点窄但是看起来有点老船长或者海盗的感觉..
后来吃饭的时候我们前一秒钟还在讲排骨上面的蒜头, 我埋头扒了一口饭娘亲忽然冒出一句:
M:..不知道那个以后搞卫生下面会不会难搞.
N: [专家口吻, 我以为她在说我那张海盗床]怎么会呢你当初看那张底下才几寸空当的你还说可以拖到我那张四角架空怎么会不好搞卫生呢.
M: ..[一脸无辜]你说什么四角架空?
N:......[猛然醒悟小心翼翼]...你是在说床吗?
M:..................
N: ........................?
M: ...我在说那张饭桌.
..........................................我差点把椅子掀翻了.
..说起来我5.12-->6.10在考IGCSE, 可能这里会弄得比较荒芜. 欢迎杂草进来.
May 21, 2009 |
2009-05-08 22:48
..我还没有绝望到破摔.
就算明白自己是个布满裂缝的玻璃瓶, 无论装多少水最后都会流逝尽, 我还是希望你能时不时给他带来点暂时的完满. 我无法扼制这种希望.. 没什么, 我只是想告诉你听到你的声音, 我很开心.
May 8, 2009 |
2009-05-07 20:34
其实你很早之前就把那首歌拷给我了并且告诉我很好听, 但我迟迟没去点开他. 那个时候我还不是很喜欢Bass, 对那种吵吵闹闹的欧美摇滚没兴趣. 但我想说我变了很多. 可能过了差不多半年我才把它点开来.
..what I wanna say is, Kelly Clarkson's right.
Exactly.
[Because of you I'm ashamed of my life, because it's empty.]
I am indeed ashamed of my life beacause it is empty, but I will never put the blame on you. Never.
Weirdo. I feel that I need that sort of hollows in my rib-cage to remind me that I'm not numb yet. So..perhaps I shall say thank you.
May 7, 2009 |
2009-04-25 18:04
The heartbreaking melody of violin rang the welkin. But you heard nothing.
April 25, 2009 |
2009-04-01 21:03
..黑执事是去年看的. 在贴吧里看见有人说, 我只是个执事而已.
我有点好笑地把它念出来.
I am just a deacon.
..猛地就发现, 我心甘情愿服侍, 迁就, 守护的那个家伙不在我身边. 没有主人, 我连执事也不是.
April 1, 2009 |
2009-03-25 16:59
March the twenty-third.
Right the period before lunch I was taking an art lesson in the art room on the first floor-I mean 'the second floor' in China. The lunch bell rang and I ejected my memory stick and stuffed it in my trousers pocket, strolling out halfheartedly. Mr. Cooper, my art teacher stopped me. I asked him what was going on. He said in a halfhearted tone-just in harmony with my mood-a worker fell of the school building and the staff were tidying up the scene. I wasn't shocked. Our school was still under construction and accidents are "allowed". It's just like... sank in a cloud of thick mist...it blocked my nerves and senses and even I knew what was going on, I couldn't give a proper reaction. Cold-blooded..yah, you can say that. My dad always says this bloody word to me. I felt guilty for not feeling anything, no sympathetic nor concern, but guiltiness helped nothing. Not sure what my teacher felt about my "calmness".
I went down stairs to the canteen after permission. Many students have already queued up. A long, red-and-white stripe tape circled an area of the sod in the middle of my school. The lawn was perfect. Grass were short and neat with the same hue of green..this made the flaw on it standing out with extreme obvious, like Medusa strolling among a pack of kindergarten kids. A small piece of earth, naked from sod. I realized it at once. The guys who cleaned the scene weren't so responsible.
That was blood. Seeped down the soil. Color close, but not the same. And it would never be the same.
I...I didn't know what to do, what to think. I just grabbed a teacher walking by and asked what had happened, then swallowed down hard what she said straight into my empty stomach, causing a numb twitch. The worker painting the outside wall of Block D fell of from the roof. A..something like a pole which you usually see at a construction site, stabbed right through his ribbs and lungs. He was definitely dead right away. Without doubt. I nodded politely. I remembered I even smiled. The rest of my school day passed like normal. But the feeling didn't simply blow off. My face must look pale like ghost, but I chatted and laughed like any ordinary boys.
After pushing myself in the backseat of the car and the driver started the engine of the black Lexus, a sick aroma of blood rolled in my lungs, followed by a strong nausea. I phoned my former desk mate. It was my fault not to tell him who I was at first...he was frightened by my story and tone. My voice was low and hoarse and vacuous, I supposed. I'm still confused by my action-of calling that fella.
Next morning I arrived at school, the flaw was still there lying in the sun. It looked like it was permanent. However, I didn't know if it was because of the hue of sunlight, the slight layer of blood color disappeared. The brownish, pale crimson. Like a scar healed in an extraordinary speed. Yes. A death could be blow off and evaporate from the earth so easily, "like a vapor in the desert". Should I feel sad or guilty or fortunate that I'm alive. I think I felt none of them. Living and taking every step closer to death...that is exactly what everyone's doing.
I used to think I was of my trail of fate, wandering around like a petal in an enormous lake. But now I realized that thought was ridiculous. I have never escaped...that's why I want to be a levanter, or in other words, a lamister.
Mar 25, 2009
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2009-03-18 13:06
...you see..library laptop time again.
I apologize for not drawing a new picture for you..I'm really sorry 'cause homework's very busy these days-struggling for the goddamn IGCSE.
This picture is for you..I ps that in school. Not too suitable for a birthday picture. But anyway I hope you like it.
Solo la morte può essere dato a voi della salvezza, la cane del regina.
Mar 18, 2009
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2009-03-14 06:22
找到[夜曲]的英文翻译. 有的翻得不错, 有的就很奇怪. 但觉得这家伙不容易. 叠加的意象不是那么容易转变为另一种语言.
一群嗜血的蚂蚁被腐肉所吸引
我面无表情看孤独的风景
失去你爱恨开始分明
失去你还有什么事好关心
当鸽子不再象征和平
我终于被提醒
广场上喂食的是秃鹰
我用漂亮的押韵
形容被掠夺一空的爱情
乌云开始遮蔽夜色不干净
公园里葬礼的回音在漫天飞行
送你的白色玫瑰
在纯黑的环境凋零
乌鸦在树枝上诡异的很安静
静静听我黑色的大衣
想温暖你日渐冰冷的回忆
走过的走过的生命
四周弥漫雾气
我在空旷的墓地
老去后还爱你
为你弹奏肖邦的夜曲
纪念我死去的爱情
跟夜风一样的声音
心碎的很好听
手在键盘敲很轻
我给的思念很小心
你埋葬的地方叫幽冥
为你弹奏肖邦的夜曲
纪念我死去的爱情
而我为你隐姓埋名
在月光下弹琴
对你心跳的感应
还是如此温热亲近
怀念你那鲜红的唇印
那些断翅的蜻蜓散落在这森林
而我的眼睛没有丝毫同情
失去你泪水混浊不清
失去你我连笑容都有阴影
风在长满青苔的屋顶
嘲笑我的伤心
像一口没有水的枯井
我用凄美的字型描绘后悔莫及的那爱情
A crowd of bloodthirsty ants are drawn by rotting flesh
I watch the lonely scenery with an expressionless face
Having lost you, love and hate becomes clear
Having lost you, is there anything left to care about
When the doves no longer represent peace
I've finally been reminded, that those feeding in the plaza are, in fact, vultures,
I use beautiful rhymes to describe a love that has been plundered empty
Black clouds begin to obstruct [the sky], the color of the night is unclean
Echoes of that funeral in the park, are flying all through the sky
The white rose that [ I ] gave to you has withered in this environment of pure darkness
On branches, the silence of the crows creates a surreal atmosphere
Listening quietly, my black overcoat yearns to provide you warmth
A memory that grows colder with each passing day, a life that's gone,
Fog fills the air all around
I am in an open cemetery
[ I will ] still love you after I've aged
For you [ I ] play Chopin's Nocturne
To commemorate this deceased love of mine
Just like a wind in the night
So heartbreakingly beautiful
[ I ] gently stroke the keys
The longing that I gave was very tentative
You are buried in a place called the afterlife
For you [ I ] play Chopin's Nocturne
To commemorate this deceased love of mine
And for you I've become anonymous
Playing the piano under the moonlight
The feeling of your heartbeat
Is still so warm and clear
I remember the scarlet imprint of you lips
Those dragonflies who have lost their wings, are scattered in this forest
And yet my eyes do not show a shred of sympathy
Having lost you, my tears are murky and blurred
Having lost you, even my smile holds shadows
The wind on the moss-covered rooftop
Ridicules my sadness
Like a waterless well
I use an exquisite font-type to depict that love which not even regret will bring back
描绘后悔莫及的爱情的字语是一种悲剧性的纤美.
你所知道的. 告诉我.
Mar 14, 2009
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