Why people always leave.
Why things always change.
Why fairy tales always lie.
Why there is no 'forever' in this world.
Why people like to take things for granted.
Why I can be easily upset by someone.
Why god always take things away from me, especially things that I treasured.
Why it is so difficult to find a nice place to stay in Penang.
Why it is so hard to get the yoga class that suit me.
Why my rabbits always die.
Why I am always alone.
Why it is so hard to find the right companion.
Why tears always drop without my notice.
Labels: 胡思乱想
有些事情虽然很乱, 但还是很令人着迷
有些故事走到最后不见得有好结果, 但还是很美
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"A Beautiful Mess"
- Jason Mraz -
You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We're still here
What a beautiful mess, this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"
Through, timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But its nice today.
Oh the way it was so worth it.
Labels: 胡思乱想
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