精华 指尖，划着你的手心
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Swinging
新手上路
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- 2014-04-05
- 消息
- 52
- 荣誉分数
- 49
- 声望点数
- 18
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs. Being purg'd, a fire sparking in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.
“你过得好吗？”
“跟你有关系吗？”
“你都不让我问？”
“好啊，很好。”
“那就好，我要你好好的，要你高兴。”
“谢谢你来电话。”她的声音低得要消失，“你好吗？”
“我很好，一切都很好。”他飞快地说，“说很好你难受了？”
“谢谢你来电话。”她再次说，“以后你想打就打。”
“你要好好的，”他说，“我们毕竟有过一场。”
假如我不了解你，了解你的细致，你的缠绵，我就不会如此沉迷。假如我不了解你，了解你的忧郁，你的柔情，我就不会如此难过。假如我没有深爱你，就不会有甜蜜和痛楚起起伏伏，埋藏于心间。
你在我的心里，指尖滑过的须臾，你的所有，都在我温暖的怀里，于我，这便是无法忘却的约定。山无陵，夏水为竭的深情，虽不能执子之手，但我相信，是前世的结转成今生的相遇。与君的离合悲欢，锁在眉间，是无法抹去的一缕牵挂。
如果没有遇见你，哪里知道夜的寂寞，弱水三千，只为君渴，梦里等待青花落。如果没有遇见你，哪里知道昼的熬煎，言不由衷，只为君念，醒时笑看绿叶枯。你的出现，是夏夜的微雨，冬天的雪莲，是那份难求，难分，难忘，难舍，是痴情的期艾，是狂想的曲乐。你的离去，是迷失，是彷徨，是风生的谈笑里陡然的神伤，深藏的落魄。
“你过得好吗？”
“跟你有关系吗？”
“你都不让我问？”
“好啊，很好。”
“那就好，我要你好好的，要你高兴。”
“谢谢你来电话。”她的声音低得要消失，“你好吗？”
“我很好，一切都很好。”他飞快地说，“说很好你难受了？”
“谢谢你来电话。”她再次说，“以后你想打就打。”
“你要好好的，”他说，“我们毕竟有过一场。”
假如我不了解你，了解你的细致，你的缠绵，我就不会如此沉迷。假如我不了解你，了解你的忧郁，你的柔情，我就不会如此难过。假如我没有深爱你，就不会有甜蜜和痛楚起起伏伏，埋藏于心间。
你在我的心里，指尖滑过的须臾，你的所有，都在我温暖的怀里，于我，这便是无法忘却的约定。山无陵，夏水为竭的深情，虽不能执子之手，但我相信，是前世的结转成今生的相遇。与君的离合悲欢，锁在眉间，是无法抹去的一缕牵挂。
如果没有遇见你，哪里知道夜的寂寞，弱水三千，只为君渴，梦里等待青花落。如果没有遇见你，哪里知道昼的熬煎，言不由衷，只为君念，醒时笑看绿叶枯。你的出现，是夏夜的微雨，冬天的雪莲，是那份难求，难分，难忘，难舍，是痴情的期艾，是狂想的曲乐。你的离去，是迷失，是彷徨，是风生的谈笑里陡然的神伤，深藏的落魄。
Swinging
新手上路
- 注册
- 2014-04-05
- 消息
- 52
- 荣誉分数
- 49
- 声望点数
- 18
Not having you caused a huge crack in my heart, a crack like a gorge. The sorrow is unbearable. But I manage to survive. There're times I wonder what the meaning of life is, a life without you. Meanwhile the sweet memories keep on coming back, the gap is filled up by the stunning past. I feel the comfort and hang on to hope.
What hope? I'm not sure. Love is still there, that's all that matters. The end of a relationship doesn't necessarily mean the end of love. We feel pain because of this breakup, not because we've lost each other's love. We hurt because we are awakening from our dreams.
Love is not the only thing makes life meaningful. Wellbeing is. Hope is. We need to have something to look forward to. I stretch forth my hand. My soul turns to you. My body longs for yours like a thirsty land.
I dreamed of you and had you. Whether to wake up and when to wake up from the dream I still have, time will tell. When it comes to memory, the sweetest part is how eager I was to run into you and how I wowed under my breath and my eyes sparkled as you appeared, when I didn't even know you, then how I plotted to walk you into my life. You have made enormous impact on me and all is good and positive and I would thank you for that.
I have loved you, respected you and lived with serene dignity since our start. I may learn to let you go, but the beauty of this love, the beauty you brought to me, will everlast and take up the rest of my life. Memory -a period of time, a piece of our history, of quality instead of quantity, when the time comes, I will ask to have it burned and buried with me, there love will outlive death.
I do not believe in after death nor believe in rebirth. But when I say my final goodbye to the world I'd rather hope there's a super power somewhere that understands what true love is and arranges for us to meet in our next life if there's one – provided you wish for the same.
Every time when I am about to break down or fall apart, I think of you, think of what you said to me, on many occasions – I want you to be good and be happy. Yes love, I am trying very hard and I want the same for you.
I wish you hear my heart – I want you, always and forever.
What hope? I'm not sure. Love is still there, that's all that matters. The end of a relationship doesn't necessarily mean the end of love. We feel pain because of this breakup, not because we've lost each other's love. We hurt because we are awakening from our dreams.
Love is not the only thing makes life meaningful. Wellbeing is. Hope is. We need to have something to look forward to. I stretch forth my hand. My soul turns to you. My body longs for yours like a thirsty land.
I dreamed of you and had you. Whether to wake up and when to wake up from the dream I still have, time will tell. When it comes to memory, the sweetest part is how eager I was to run into you and how I wowed under my breath and my eyes sparkled as you appeared, when I didn't even know you, then how I plotted to walk you into my life. You have made enormous impact on me and all is good and positive and I would thank you for that.
I have loved you, respected you and lived with serene dignity since our start. I may learn to let you go, but the beauty of this love, the beauty you brought to me, will everlast and take up the rest of my life. Memory -a period of time, a piece of our history, of quality instead of quantity, when the time comes, I will ask to have it burned and buried with me, there love will outlive death.
I do not believe in after death nor believe in rebirth. But when I say my final goodbye to the world I'd rather hope there's a super power somewhere that understands what true love is and arranges for us to meet in our next life if there's one – provided you wish for the same.
Every time when I am about to break down or fall apart, I think of you, think of what you said to me, on many occasions – I want you to be good and be happy. Yes love, I am trying very hard and I want the same for you.
I wish you hear my heart – I want you, always and forever.
附件
Swinging
新手上路
- 注册
- 2014-04-05
- 消息
- 52
- 荣誉分数
- 49
- 声望点数
- 18
The days we were together, are like a car ride, windows rolling down, wind breezing onto our face. We hold hands along, turning around looking at each other, an overwhelming contentment boils deep down in our spine.
The days we were together, are like a smooth shot of tequila, seduced by rebellion and pleasured by the burn. We keep on drinking and enjoying and letting ourselves flying in the sky, no dragging, no limitation, right to the infinity.
The days we were together, are like a blackout. We lose track of time, leave behind sense of space and start falling, care less of counting how many french kisses, those as delicate as water, as strong as steel, contribute to our loss of control. We wake up surprising how we get here and what we have done to crash thoroughly.
The days we were together, are like a hot bath. We sink into the bubbling water, our mind tells us it's fantastic. Aches and pains are far gone. Our muscles relax and our blood vessels expand. It's our luxury party, a party of relief, with no trace of reality, but of sharing and caring.
The days we were together, are like a rainy day, freshing and breath taking. Beauty penetrates through the air. We want to get soaked and naked and make love wildly. Angels come down with every drop of rain, bringing us strength and excitement.
The days we were together, are like a sweet dream, building our legend and mystery. We won't give up search. We climb high to our wish and we achieve our goal. It's a land, our land, just the two of us. You hold me tight in your arms. I look into your eyes. Genuine smile stays on our face and no shadow gets in our way.
You are beautiful, a beautiful man.
Yes you are.
The days we were together, are like a smooth shot of tequila, seduced by rebellion and pleasured by the burn. We keep on drinking and enjoying and letting ourselves flying in the sky, no dragging, no limitation, right to the infinity.
The days we were together, are like a blackout. We lose track of time, leave behind sense of space and start falling, care less of counting how many french kisses, those as delicate as water, as strong as steel, contribute to our loss of control. We wake up surprising how we get here and what we have done to crash thoroughly.
The days we were together, are like a hot bath. We sink into the bubbling water, our mind tells us it's fantastic. Aches and pains are far gone. Our muscles relax and our blood vessels expand. It's our luxury party, a party of relief, with no trace of reality, but of sharing and caring.
The days we were together, are like a rainy day, freshing and breath taking. Beauty penetrates through the air. We want to get soaked and naked and make love wildly. Angels come down with every drop of rain, bringing us strength and excitement.
The days we were together, are like a sweet dream, building our legend and mystery. We won't give up search. We climb high to our wish and we achieve our goal. It's a land, our land, just the two of us. You hold me tight in your arms. I look into your eyes. Genuine smile stays on our face and no shadow gets in our way.
You are beautiful, a beautiful man.
Yes you are.
Swinging
新手上路
- 注册
- 2014-04-05
- 消息
- 52
- 荣誉分数
- 49
- 声望点数
- 18
The past suddenly gushes back like an irresistible current, overwhelming in its intensity. Where is the kiss, like our own magic kingdom, complete with its unique language and fabulous myths? When is the time, we will unite as one, two halves finally be put back together?
It's over. 他看着她。
It's over，她浅笑，I agree.
他垂首绕动指上的戒指。
两周年。
什么两周年？
The last time we were together.
我忘了，不记得了。他闭紧双唇。
I don't regret. It's the best.
他轻轻点头。
I'm glad that you look good and happy. I am happy too. Live your life and stay happy.
Bye bye. 他柔声如昨。
嗯。
好冷的天，泼茶成冰。
她看着他英俊的脸，看着他高大的背影，想，怎样的一个男人，能让女人如此呵护；怎样的一个男人，能让女人如此无悔。
一定要给你买样东西，last长久的，留个念想，要不过两年你把我忘了。那年分手时他说。
她说什么都不要，只要戒指。
有什么能比记忆更长久？爱过知情重，醉过知酒浓。
It's over. 他看着她。
It's over，她浅笑，I agree.
他垂首绕动指上的戒指。
两周年。
什么两周年？
The last time we were together.
我忘了，不记得了。他闭紧双唇。
I don't regret. It's the best.
他轻轻点头。
I'm glad that you look good and happy. I am happy too. Live your life and stay happy.
Bye bye. 他柔声如昨。
嗯。
好冷的天，泼茶成冰。
她看着他英俊的脸，看着他高大的背影，想，怎样的一个男人，能让女人如此呵护；怎样的一个男人，能让女人如此无悔。
一定要给你买样东西，last长久的，留个念想，要不过两年你把我忘了。那年分手时他说。
她说什么都不要，只要戒指。
有什么能比记忆更长久？爱过知情重，醉过知酒浓。
