我是那种语言和文字表达能力都很差，却又内心丰富的那种人

今天，朋友说，偶尔有几次看起来我吃中餐的样子，那个香，不是一个字能形容的，结论：我骨子里还是中国人。我不置可否。:)

有曾经有多少个夜晚，独自一个人坐在电脑前，听着音乐。是的，很普通的夜晚，做一件很普通的事情，但对于我自己来说却又是那么的不同。每一首不一样的音乐，有总是勾起不一样的回忆。我的每一段记忆都是和不同的音乐联系在一起的。

生活中有磨难，也有快乐，只是这种快乐通常是需要那种我自己具备的魔力来描述的。所以，我很少写文字来记录。我是那种语言和文字表达能力都很差，却又内心丰富的那种人。

Singing to myself

Until one day, I can truly to be myself. Until then, I can only keep my mouth shut. There are so much that I want to share with you, with the world, but I can't. For many reasons, I am guessing I am just that weak and such a coward.



If I want to tell story, then first I must learn to speak.

If I want to sing to you, I will have to know how to sing.

If I want to show you, then I need to know how to dance.


I can't speak, can't sing, can't dance either.

I keep my head low, dare not looking into your eyes.


I knew you were unfairly treated, cause I was there right beside.
Once I saw you were smiling, having a good time, but I choose to ignore and left.
Even when you were dying, I told myself everyone has to die, I didn't even go back to see you for the last time. In fact, I knew you were counting the days just to see me, just to look me in the eyes.


I keep telling myself it's not the right time yet. Even when I heard some old music, slightly touched deeply into my soul. Not yet, net yet, not yet.

How many days and nights, you and me have to wait, wait until we can eventually be together?

The answer is: I am getting older and older, I am also losing my chances and time, and we are still so far away from our goal.


Not there yet... however, there's nothing more need to be said...