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Swinging
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- 2014-04-05
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this BOOK, and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true...
Him: “Keep it in your memory. Don't lose it.”
Her: “Never love.”
Him: “I will make, maybe a permanent mark, the one you can never remove.”
Her: “I will not remove it. ”
Nothing stands still, change is the only constant. This is a basic law that we can’t avoid. We experience change every second, within and around us, throughout our lives. We can't mark time; there's no pause or standby button in life. Neither can we forthtell nor play back. Life is just like a river, it flows by itself.
Never push a river.
Him: “Keep it in your memory. Don't lose it.”
Her: “Never love.”
Him: “I will make, maybe a permanent mark, the one you can never remove.”
Her: “I will not remove it. ”
Nothing stands still, change is the only constant. This is a basic law that we can’t avoid. We experience change every second, within and around us, throughout our lives. We can't mark time; there's no pause or standby button in life. Neither can we forthtell nor play back. Life is just like a river, it flows by itself.
Never push a river.
Swinging
新手上路
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A fulfilled life is not a life without difficulty, but a life we overcome the difficulty. We're reluctant to move till circumstances force us to. Pain hurts, pain changes us. A scar is the tattoo of a triumph. We roll with life, and we grow.
她：“你衣服湿了。”
他：“湿了就湿了吧，别哭了，该走了。”
无论生活如何引导她，无论怎样忙碌，她害怕夕阳西下的时辰。后院的花树把影子透过纱帘，飘飘摇摇地洒在厨房。她就会产生眩晕的感觉，仿佛看到他坐在那里；她过去，倚在他的怀中，让音乐氤氲无与伦比的欣赏及恩爱。然后他站起来，她盘在他腰间。他喜欢那样抱她，抱着她上楼；就是两人走着的时候，他也会从身后把她搂住，下巴轻抵她的头顶，她咯咯地笑，扭身亲吻他。也许他的心里一直是悲伤的，早已知晓维艰的运命。她自己，则是一直悲伤着的，从认识他的一刻，直到分手多年。
那年的今天，他们彼此把脸埋进对方的颈项，她的泪水殷湿了他的肩头。
Canada Day的烟花散尽，抬头所及的地方，那枚他的领针，静静地迎合她凝思的目光。
她：“你衣服湿了。”
他：“湿了就湿了吧，别哭了，该走了。”
无论生活如何引导她，无论怎样忙碌，她害怕夕阳西下的时辰。后院的花树把影子透过纱帘，飘飘摇摇地洒在厨房。她就会产生眩晕的感觉，仿佛看到他坐在那里；她过去，倚在他的怀中，让音乐氤氲无与伦比的欣赏及恩爱。然后他站起来，她盘在他腰间。他喜欢那样抱她，抱着她上楼；就是两人走着的时候，他也会从身后把她搂住，下巴轻抵她的头顶，她咯咯地笑，扭身亲吻他。也许他的心里一直是悲伤的，早已知晓维艰的运命。她自己，则是一直悲伤着的，从认识他的一刻，直到分手多年。
那年的今天，他们彼此把脸埋进对方的颈项，她的泪水殷湿了他的肩头。
Canada Day的烟花散尽，抬头所及的地方，那枚他的领针，静静地迎合她凝思的目光。
最后编辑:
Swinging
新手上路
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- 2014-04-05
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- 荣誉分数
- 49
- 声望点数
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Some memories are embedded in our brain. Some events are stamped in our blood. A minor bump or a major stumbling, regardless of what they look in others' eyes, the aroma we share is forget-proof.
相识，相伴，相知，相惜，相随，相思，相遇。。。
那首歌，字字句句让她落泪。她知道为什么，他知道为什么。
她站在街头等绿灯，眼帘下出现一双长腿，她仰首，是他。
“看见我了吗？”
“没有，我目不斜视的。”
“谁都不看？”
“谁都不看，我心里只有你。”
她在街边飞快地奔跑，冷风打在脸上，盘着的长发凌乱飘散。她一路奔跑，今天不知道明天地跑。她不听承诺，不要承诺，她只信她自己。生活里太多的turmoil，教会她沉默，教会她nothing is impossible。有时候她也会难过，sometimes I just want to lie down and die in the face of the crisis.
相识，相伴，相知，相惜，相随，相思，相遇。。。
那首歌，字字句句让她落泪。她知道为什么，他知道为什么。
她站在街头等绿灯，眼帘下出现一双长腿，她仰首，是他。
“看见我了吗？”
“没有，我目不斜视的。”
“谁都不看？”
“谁都不看，我心里只有你。”
她在街边飞快地奔跑，冷风打在脸上，盘着的长发凌乱飘散。她一路奔跑，今天不知道明天地跑。她不听承诺，不要承诺，她只信她自己。生活里太多的turmoil，教会她沉默，教会她nothing is impossible。有时候她也会难过，sometimes I just want to lie down and die in the face of the crisis.
最后编辑:
Swinging
新手上路
- 注册
- 2014-04-05
- 消息
- 52
- 荣誉分数
- 49
- 声望点数
- 18
The Furthest Distance in the World
－Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don't know that I love you
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when I stand in front of you
Yet you can't see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot be together
The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly cannot resist the yearning
Yet pretending you have never been in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not but using one's indifferent heart
To dig an uncrossible river
For the one who loves you
她穿着浅蓝的裙子和深蓝的上衣，推开办公楼的大门。门口没有他高大漂亮的身影。进到大厅，那条长椅空着，没有他英俊的脸，没有他温柔的眼神。怎么会是这样呢？
两位女同事坐在长椅上。Look at you snazzy!
她笑笑，低头打量自己。
Wait a second. 话间同事的手指着她内里的小上衣，It's inside out.
Upside down，inside out，没有他，她乱了。天黑得一塌糊涂，她走到窗前，看着湿淋淋的大街和路上幽幽的行人。
下班时大雨倾盆，她停在路口等左转。突然间雨住，眩目的彩虹挂在天边，伸手可及的妖媚使她呆在那里，后车的笛声把她惊醒时，转灯已经变黄。她踩了油门冲过路口，车辙的流线里刻着她心底的狂喊：我永远的爱人啊，在雨后的彩虹里，何时伸出你的手，助我跃过那道鸿沟，跨越世上最遥远的距离，到你所在的彼岸？
－Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don't know that I love you
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when I stand in front of you
Yet you can't see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot be together
The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly cannot resist the yearning
Yet pretending you have never been in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not but using one's indifferent heart
To dig an uncrossible river
For the one who loves you
她穿着浅蓝的裙子和深蓝的上衣，推开办公楼的大门。门口没有他高大漂亮的身影。进到大厅，那条长椅空着，没有他英俊的脸，没有他温柔的眼神。怎么会是这样呢？
两位女同事坐在长椅上。Look at you snazzy!
她笑笑，低头打量自己。
Wait a second. 话间同事的手指着她内里的小上衣，It's inside out.
Upside down，inside out，没有他，她乱了。天黑得一塌糊涂，她走到窗前，看着湿淋淋的大街和路上幽幽的行人。
下班时大雨倾盆，她停在路口等左转。突然间雨住，眩目的彩虹挂在天边，伸手可及的妖媚使她呆在那里，后车的笛声把她惊醒时，转灯已经变黄。她踩了油门冲过路口，车辙的流线里刻着她心底的狂喊：我永远的爱人啊，在雨后的彩虹里，何时伸出你的手，助我跃过那道鸿沟，跨越世上最遥远的距离，到你所在的彼岸？
