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Purple Wristband

Purple Wristband
Circles my hand
Serves as a reminder
For a night that I will for sure remember
After that conversation
I begin to look into our situation
I have long felt a connection
For which I am craving satisfaction
So help me to understand
Purple wristband
Lead me to his hand

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現在 就像很多其他個晚上一樣
非常的感傷
心情不好, 低落
原因多多少少知道
不過沒想到
這麼小 (insignificant) 的一件事情
竟然可以影響我這麼多
看來我真的老了…
待會就要睡覺了
所以還可以過的去
不用擔心…
還滿期待下午的課
:)

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Picture

I stare
At the picture which captured
Us
I am smiling
So are you
I stare at my face
I look happy
But really I am lost
I stare at your face
You look the same
I don’t know what that means
I stare at us
Our affections are frozen in time
And that’s all I need to hold on

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我已經好久沒聽到妳的聲音
也好久都沒看到妳
每天 我都期待著妳回來的日子
想著 那一天 我會多麼的快樂
當我再次見到妳的時候 不管等了多久
全部都會是值得的
 
沒有妳的兩個月
過得特別慢
時間變的像蝸牛 在我心間留下那淡淡走過的痕跡
可是沒有一天是充實的
晚上在床上翻來覆去 睡不著
就盼望著能再快點見到妳 把妳抱在懷裡
讓我沉浸在兩個人的世界
 
那天 妳終於回來了
我再次看見那熟悉的身影
再次聽到那熟悉的聲音
再次用我的雙手把你緊緊的抱住
可是 我的心跳沒有再次的加快
我的快樂沒有持續
知道沒有挽留妳的可能
也沒什麼好跟妳說的
 
就這樣 再次讓妳從我身邊溜走
可是這次 我的心沒有跟著妳的身影 消失在那熟悉的大海裡
雖然期望 卻沒有盼望
果然一經考驗 就完全沒有辦法
誰知道 時間雖過的快
我的心卻慢慢涼了
 
我們的愛 就像妳帶回來的布丁一樣
沒有保持新鮮的話 馬上就壞掉了
不好好珍惜的話 會錯過那最好吃的
狼吞虎嚥的話 不會吃出最下面那層薄薄的焦糖
而我的心 就像那剛吃完的布丁杯一樣
已經空了

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Hoping
but never wishing
 
Listening
but never hearing
 
Watching
but never seeing
 
Searching
but never looking
 
Talking
but never speaking
 
Sobbing
but never crying
 
Hugging
but never embracing
 
Sketching
but never drawing
 
Scribbling
but never writing
 
Pondering
but never thinking
 
Leaping
but never jumping
 
Strolling
but never walking
 
Yelling
but never shouting
 
Insulting
but never offending
 
Concealing
but never hiding
 
Heartbreaking
but never hurting
 
Waiting
but never meeting

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After years of searching
Knowing what I want
I finally discovered
Who I am
But it’s killing me
It cannot be
I cannot be
It’s too hard
It’s more than a decision­­–
Unpredictable consequences
That I cannot own up to
I simply pretend
To play the innocent game
Disguising and hiding myself
From my dear yet subjective friends
 
I become two to adapt
Each side conceals itself so well
When the other [...]

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