A new beginning. #36

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Day one.

憨人

Its amazing how Ulty always seem to kill me and everytime i manage to survive it with that last bit of breath.

& if theres one final reason why i like Mayday, it'd be because they give me the craze to dream; to believe theres always a place thats yet to rot in every heart, and trust in the day we have the shot of our life.

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”
--Mary Anne Radmacher

War

There is so much blood. It's pouring out of faster than we could begin to staunch it. Our eyes meet. He has the tape, I have the bandages. We are enemies. Am I willing to die, just to take another with me? Is he? Our eyes meet again. The answer is clear: No, we are not. We trade supplies. I stand up slowly. He does the same. We grab our guns, look each other in the eye a third time, and limp back to our prospective camps. We know what we are fighting for. Freedom. Justice. We are soldiers. Only soldiers. Insignificant pawns in the overall plan of war. Like Che said, “Shoot me. You will only kill a man.” Our deaths would have been pointless.

Shots go off in the distance. I limp faster. A little girl is running, doll in hand, opposite me on the path. Unable to avoid it, we inevitably crash and fall. She stands up, I have her doll. She reaches for it. More shots go off, nearer now. The girl is still reaching. She falls. There is a bullet in her back. She died instantly. Tears well up in my eyes. Another innocent bystander. Another statistic of war. Soldiers fill the clearing. They are my fellow men. They grab the girl, tossing her away from me. My world slows, her body twists, showing her blank face. She explodes. A bomb, they told me later, was implanted within her. They were giving her a mercy killing. I'm in shock. I can here someone sobbing. It's me. I'm sobbing. I'm still holding the doll, too. I hug it to me, using it for the smallest of comforts.

I limp out of the tent. No one asks any questions as I go by. They are silent, knowing. I return the clearing. I find him there. The enemy. He is kneeling next to the stained, burnt spot of ground. Our eyes meet for the final time. I hand him the doll. He stares silently at it, tears streaming down his face. This is war.

War by ~Kitz-the-Kitsune

I've been going to the interjunction of our areas alot, in hope to catch a really familiar face.. But i contradict myself every time. perhaps one day, one day everything will fall into place.

Angela Aki

Been youtubing Angela Aki's music, her live performances are seriously awesome. Just a piano and a good voice to beautify the universe a tad bit more.

離別曲

離別曲
詞:陳珊妮 曲:Chopin(Etude,OP.10,NO.3)

最美的時光　聽搖滾樂　你的臉輕輕貼著我心臟
不慌不忙　青春的低頻將延續播放　越叛逆越顯感傷
你送了花　粉紅的花　我的笑聲無邪的不像話

再壞的傷　不過就是七月裡的陽光燦爛啊　
夏天偷偷刺了一道吻痕在肩膀
那麼多愛　那麼多幸福　那樣的感覺
變成一段　流行的歌

最美的時光　跳舞音樂　震動愛人不安分的心臟
清秀長髮　年輕越搖擺越無限延長　不思議　如此閃亮
我卸了妝　粉紅的妝　曾經是害羞情侶的模樣

再壞的傷　不過就是你和我最好的照片　
時間偏偏故意弄髒你我的臉龐
那麼多愛　那麼多幸福　那樣的感覺
變成一般　輕浮哼唱　 蕭邦最恨　流行的歌

雨后

雨后的清晨，空气中带着淡淡青草味，

我们在朦胧的田里 安静的哼着小时候的旋律

肩并肩跳了一个 很长很长的舞 。。

10 MORE DAYS BABY!

I've learnt to not think into things and take them as they are, never to expect and take whatever comes by the way. Well, it seems to be a pretty positive take to life now. Feels like the good old days.
But certain things need a direction, Higher ones.. is there a direction i'll never have to ask any what ifs?

左邊

在轉角之後 扣上故事門鎖
請你張開雙手 讓我死在懷中

握你的左手 散落在我手中的是溫柔
曾經給你太多 傷心過 過後總會寬闊

握你的溫柔 散落在我心中的是錯過
我需要寂寞 來撫摸 雨季中百花凋落過後的沉默

也許就逐漸忘了有多久