Once upon a time, I started to bathe in your caress, I accept your warmth and feel happy?
Even now, you silently, the eye wave of the odds is still in the world of my fascinating, you are still lingering next to me, it is your hard silence and indifference, it is not in me. The heart is still flush.
Yes, in the face of today's change, I am happy, no longer convicted for the expectation of my heart; no longer gain it for heavy thinking; no longer sighing alone in the moonlight, nothing to say sad. I am happiness, although I lost a simple heart without any scruple, although I bid farewell to the sweetness of the dessert, even though I fall into the pain, even though I chic, chic fangs ...
Really seem to tell you, you, intimate lover ...
Perhaps sincere dedication will eventually read the value of emotions; maybe sincere payment can only reveal the hypocrisy of love; maybe since the feelings of the heart, it is just a pain, fascinating, prelude.
Maybe it should not be easily desirable, maybe there is no selfless meeting you, maybe the most uncomfortable bomb is involved in your beauty, and you don't care about yourself.
However, since it must bear the "reasonable should be" unwanted; since it must be reluctant to interpret this; Can give up; even if it is increasing, it can only be embedded in the heart; even if you still love, you can only silently stand in the sunset, Ren Yusheng's hurricane into the blood of the blood ...
I clearly know that I should completely wash the thoughts, and listen to the morning wind and listen to the heart.
Just, I can't hate yourself so that you are like you waving, I can't blame yourself, I can't let go of beauty and sadness, I can't get out of myself from clear pain. And more annoying and helpless, I even felt that I was still in love with me.
Why are you cruelly put my enthusiasm in a frozen wilderness? Why is you crazy about the ulcers of the happiness? Why are you silently rendering my white? Is it black?
Now, I think, I am wrong, when I first opened your arms; when I was in the first time, when you were too unpleasant; when you enjoy your hot kiss in the first time In the first time, I firmly believe in your lie; when you are willing to receive you, you will lose your heart and sad.
I don't hate you ...
But I don't let myself believe that happiness will not open my heart again; I will not let yourself be indulgent in the heart of the old man; I will not let myself lose their warmth; I will not Let yourself stop with a sludge and blood.
The sky is bright, I think I can be highly headed, and I have a chest, and it is not necessary to strengthen the sunshine.
Lunar
Grass in March 1995
