一路顺风 。。。

终于，一天一天，终于。。。我要走了。

  慢慢地逼近，一个个地方都是最后一次去了，一个个人都是最后一次见了。

  离别，总是还没准备好就到了。

  每次离开一个地方，跟自己说，是最后一次来了，心里就紧了一下。生活在一个地方，很多回忆就像船底的贝类一样附着着，跟着。当船要上岸进行清理，为下一个旅程进行准备时，很多的回忆都会被硬生生地刮下来。随着日子一天一天逼近，心上的贝类也依次地被无情地刮落。

  收拾着房间，发现，原来发生了这么多。翻着一本本簿子，一张张卡片，一份份礼物，好多回忆搅动着，原来，错过了这么多。

Feelings 。。。

  And this is not about anything, just mixed feelings.

  Happy for the time is coming.

  Sad for the time has passed.

  Stressful for what is to come.

  Relieved for what has already gone.

  Angry for missing it.

  Glad for ... I've forgotten how to be glad.

  Or grateful,

  Or pleased.

  Or peace.



Yves.

 

Suddenly 。。。

  Today, more precisely yesterday, it's now midnight, marked my last performance in Malaysia before I leave for Taiwan. All things will come to an end. Four years of services really taught me lots of things.

  Speaking of ending, it is just a preparation for another beginning. Simple it might seem, no one can really define ending.

  After all these years venturing through different relationships, I finally found out the why some people couldn't bare being single, or say alone. It comes when early morning in your toilet sitting on your toilet bowl, suddenly you have no one to send just one message; when deep in the night on your sofa counting sheep, suddenly you have no one to send just one message; when the world keeps on spinning and there you stand, suddenly you have no one to send just one message. The thing starts right after you realize the truth. It's like a hole and suddenly you have no one to send just one message.

  Few things you can do, one, find someone to fill up the space, two, find something to fill up the space, three, wait for the hole to close up after like a thousand years.

  Just tired.

 

就这样。。。

  就这样，短短的，像往常一样不戴眼镜，手指自然地敲着。

  短短的，就这样，结束了。到底是为了逃避还是为了面对。

  听着同样一首歌，每次都是同一首歌，到最后已经记不清是哪一天，哪件事，哪个人。

  没有一贯的情绪波动，没有历来的翻来覆去，一切都太不真实。

 
  好像一场梦。


  这决定到底正不正确，值不值得，已经不重要了，因为它已经成为过去。可悲的，是没有留下任何的痕迹。还未落地的叶就已经枯萎，还未盛开的玫瑰就已经凋零。更可悲的是不仅仅是没有在世上留下一点痕迹，在心上也烙不下一块印记。

  烙下的印会烫，割开的伤会疼，可这像流沙般柔顺的时间，要怎么去回忆？握紧双手，就走了。

  有些人，不该遇见；有些人，本该遇见。

  有些人，就应该杀掉。

When 。。。

Speaking of what do I like,


  I like it when I look into your eyes, I see thoughts as pure as water; when I sniff onto your hair, on my eye lids I see peace.

  I like it when I rest my head on your shoulder, I can close my eyes; when I finally open, you're always right beside.

  I like it when missing someone is just for the sake of missing, I can put away obligations, titles and wards; when I say the words, comes together no manacles and chains.

  I like it when I play that little song from Mayday, I see your reflection on the piano,smiling, as if nothing have changed.

  I like it when when the house is empty, I can mourn for those who existed only in the past; when I cry, silent is there to comfort.

  I like it when the night is high and the moon hides, I shower from no light but dark tides; when I let the screen's piercing light through my eyes, I know what to type.


  You like ... We will never know.


All in all, I seek a heart I will never again have, which is pure, a place I will never again be, where I can stand and say " Hey, is that the manager? LOL."

Ballade 。。。

  Chopin Ballade in g minor, Op. 23 still ringing in my head.

  Had been thinking of strange things lately. Things I cannot say. Causes, consequences. Choices. Concerns.

  Just like the music.