To be or not to be...

I feel myself falling apart.
I thought I treated you well.
I thought we had good friendship.
I thought everything went on like it ought to be.
I was wrong.

Maybe I shouldn't blame on you.
Maybe it was simply my fault.
Maybe it's my destiny.

I will keep smiling in front of you,
and weeping while alone.

"It was the best snow I've ever seen.
It was the best snowman I've ever made."
Sorry, it was the last time.
I dont' know why I felt so hurt.
And it hurts still.

Samskeyti

親愛的
我很想念你們
我忽然覺得有點孤單
有點不甘寂寞
有點失落
有點失去重心
有點想買醉

我在深夜裡
細數我們的回憶
想起那些我們說的大話
我們的青春
我們的洋溢
我們放肆地談論著夢想
天馬行空地彩繪著自己的未來
只求
我們擁有的每一刻
都會永久地保存在記憶的密封盒裡

有了你們
讓我不虛此生
你們
賦予了我存在的意義
因為你們
讓我相信人生是美好的
也因為你們
讓短暫的人生成了永恆

Because of you, mortality has its meaning and its purpose of existence.

Sigur Rós - Heima

"I sometimes have some kind of uncontrollable urge to want to go home."
「我有時會有一股無法克制、想回家的衝動。」

What is home?

Home is somewhere you feel home.
Home is somewhere you belong.
Home is where your weirdness is accepted.
Home is where you can find the true identity.
Home is where you find company.
Home is somewhere you love but you must leave.
Home is a place that always longs for you to come.
Home is a place that you can always go, when the whole world abandons you.
Home is a place that will someday make you feel regretful for not going back earlier.
Home is not just a home.
Home is always a home.

E38B 我們的回憶

Ich liebe dich.

親愛的
我很愛你們
不管你們有沒有在照片上
你們都在我心上

我的畫作

What Have You Done?

Within Temptation feat Keith Caputo

Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to
Wished we both had all the choices
That your heart may no longer know

What have you done now

I know I'd better stop trying
You know that there's no denying
I won't show mercy on you now

I know I should stop believing
I know that there's no retrieving
It's over now
What have you done

What have you done now

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away
What have you done now
Why, Why does fate make us suffer
There's a curse between us
Between me and you

What have you done
What have you done now
What have you done
What have you done now

Would you mind if I killed you
Would you mind if I tried to
Cause you have turned into my worst enemy
You carry hate that I feel
It's over now
What have you done

What have you done now

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away
What have you done now
Why, Why does fate make us suffer
There's a curse between us
Between me and you

What have you done
What have you done now
What have you done
What have you done now

I will not fall
Won't let it go
We will be free
When it ends

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away
What have you done now
Why, Why does fate make us suffer
There's a curse between us
Between me and you

Joan Osborne - One Of Us

If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets

And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in Rome


The crows sit on the willow tree
The lake is full below
But still the dullest thing I see
Is self that wanders slow.
- John Clare