或许我该反省我更新的速度。
不过更确切的说我不了解我在忙什么。
本来应该去睡觉的时间却看着空白的记事本发呆。
记得走的时候小心翼翼地抄下一首英文小诗。
想要说些什么却又是欲言又止。
并非渴望回家的日子越来越频繁却拼命想要离开学校。
或许我们都不适合那种地方。dear.
又回复到近乎30摄氏度的天气。
穿上了一次我的大灰毛衣。温暖 不如说是炎热。
最近有点重新恋上英文腔调。
总是好像很闲却做不了任何事。
CD机突然不能动了。
只是我必须让它重新运作。
我需要它。
嗜睡充斥着每个中午 尽管每个傍晚都会头痛。
想给自己一个最后的期限。
那么试试吧。
{e.e. Cummings}
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I'm never without it
Anywhere I go you go ,my Dear
And whatever is done by only me is your doing，my darling
I fear no fate,for you are my fate,my sweet
I want no world ,for,beautiful,you are my world,my true
Here is the deepest secret no one knows
Here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud,
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life
which grows higher than the soul can hope
Or mine can hide
Is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart .
M.what we want say to each other.
I like the time you call me in the night.
