Don’t push me.

在这样阴沉而空闲的午后才有空思考
面临太赤裸的抉择而不知所措
天真地以为很多事情只要忘记就好
固执地认定有些东西一定要找回来
总是臆想很多东西可以以后再找到

我还是那个期待彩虹的人麽

Canst never be penetrated,
thy phantom at large.

Canst never be speculated,
the hue of thy eye.

A gust of wind,
a moment of muse.
Capricious was love, as unpredictable was life.

Confess to me,
what in hell deluded thy soul.

thy profile vanished into the darkness.

Shall what results come out, with the blossom of peach.

Seen thy moon-like lonely gaze in thy arms,

may thou be carefree in the arms of another.

P.S. Happy Birthday, Mr. President.


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