当你哭着对我说 你对不起我
原来你和他 不只是好朋友
为你打造的王国 经不起诱惑
你裝作我会原谅 你的选择
谁能够预知的结果
爱从左胸口出走
爱过了头 我一个人狂奔怒吼
我没有哭 却让汗水给吞没
爱过了头 没了出口就只能放手
我给你自由 为什么我双手却在颤抖
你说他比我幽默 比我懂生活
你喜欢享受刺激 胜过温柔
爱应该轻轻挥霍 我有胆承受
哪怕让人堕落 也胜过没爱过
谁能够预知的结果
爱从左胸口出走
爱过了头 我一个人狂奔怒吼
像只困兽 舔着伤口地活着
爱过了头 没了出口就只能割舍
我给你自由 为什么我的心却在颤抖
别问我 难不难过
像只困兽 舔着伤口地活着
爱过了头 没了出口就只能割舍
我给你自由 为什么我的心却在颤抖
我没有难过 只是爱你比爱我更多
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
HuH?
"Giving up doesn't always mean that u r weak,
sometimes it also means that u r strong enough to let go"
Huh?
But I seriously hope it was not meant to encourage people on giving up,
Because that will be very stupid...
sometimes it also means that u r strong enough to let go"
Huh?
But I seriously hope it was not meant to encourage people on giving up,
Because that will be very stupid...
Monday, February 22, 2010
永遠の
街道的树上残留的雪花
光和风洒落在上面
即使抬头看或低头看
仍无法停止季节的脚步
犹如拉指勾交换的
再见下次见等这般话语
习惯的动作是否能忘记
还是走向不同的未来
如果这次的离别只是起程的开始
我会给你全部的笑脸
彼此的相遇和走过的街道
永远停留在彼此的心中
一直无法忘记
即使开启多少门
即使相隔多远
牵住的手永不放开
即使多么舍不得也必须忘记
难道不能面对自己吗
开始开动,隔着月台
你渐渐消失
你曾对于遭受挫折的我
哭着说没关系
因为已经变的坚强的不在害羞
我们约定实现梦想
虽然没有声音的哭泣
在这心里流动
不后悔的继续前进
I'm sorry for your tenderness 在下次相见之前
Everlasting~~~~~~~
光和风洒落在上面
即使抬头看或低头看
仍无法停止季节的脚步
犹如拉指勾交换的
再见下次见等这般话语
习惯的动作是否能忘记
还是走向不同的未来
如果这次的离别只是起程的开始
我会给你全部的笑脸
彼此的相遇和走过的街道
永远停留在彼此的心中
一直无法忘记
即使开启多少门
即使相隔多远
牵住的手永不放开
即使多么舍不得也必须忘记
难道不能面对自己吗
开始开动,隔着月台
你渐渐消失
你曾对于遭受挫折的我
哭着说没关系
因为已经变的坚强的不在害羞
我们约定实现梦想
虽然没有声音的哭泣
在这心里流动
不后悔的继续前进
I'm sorry for your tenderness 在下次相见之前
Everlasting~~~~~~~
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Thanks for everything~
Originally, I thought my choice was the best,
And it was suppose to be the best I have at my current situation...
As I'm not that kind of guy that'll just forget someone once important to me...
So I came up with this after a week++...
Anyway, Thanks...
Thanks for everything...
And also because you chose to tell me about it...
Now let me tell you about mine...
"I choose to be your friend, again"...
But sadly...
You're still blaming yourself...
Means: "I fail to prevent that after all"...
..."I chose to do that, because of you"...
......You know?......
So please don't blame yourself any more...
成全最爱的你，就是不要看着你自责～
Look Forward:
(...Huh?...)
~If I were to look forward now, I'll see you there~
And it was suppose to be the best I have at my current situation...
As I'm not that kind of guy that'll just forget someone once important to me...
So I came up with this after a week++...
Anyway, Thanks...
Thanks for everything...
And also because you chose to tell me about it...
Now let me tell you about mine...
"I choose to be your friend, again"...
But sadly...
You're still blaming yourself...
Means: "I fail to prevent that after all"...
..."I chose to do that, because of you"...
......You know?......
So please don't blame yourself any more...
成全最爱的你，就是不要看着你自责～
Look Forward:
(...Huh?...)
~If I were to look forward now, I'll see you there~
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thanks for your time!
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important....Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone.. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package.. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was....my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important....Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone.. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package.. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was....my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
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