I let myself believe this was possible.
That it was,in fact,already happening.
But I'm not going to fret over the stupidity of believing.
Wouldn't that just be a waste of psychic energy?
Another excuse to engage in an endless cycle of negativity?
Experts in the field of human behaviour,
would agree that my will to believe was not a sign of stupidity.
Experts would agree that my will to believe was a sure sign of INSANITY.
...&It was that wretched,misguiding,leechlike parasite called hope.
我想念去年的冬天
下着雪的那一夜
你给的温柔
紧握的双手
温暖整个寒冬
失去了曾经的拥有
在你离开以后
带走了笑容只
留下寂寞
忘了幸福是什么
没有你的夜特别的漆黑
只能闭上双眼去感觉
没有我的夜谁在你身边
代替了那个从前
能不能再听一次你说爱我
回到还在你怀里的时候
能不能让我再一次拥有
曾属于我的温柔.
太晚了,才懂了
我错过什么
只是当时太青涩
惘然,懵懂
情绪波动太曲折
把路都走远了
看过最美的日落
吹过 最暖的寒风
怎么记忆里所有深刻
你都在里头.
忽然间心老了
太晚了,才懂了
我错过什么
只是当时太青涩
连微笑也苦了
而你远得让我懂了天涯是什么
昨夜又下起大雨了
风把窗吹开了
然后我梦见我醒了
你的背为我被雨淋透
热闹的 宇宙中
人来人往是孤独的
心里的话身边有什么人可以说
听说失去会让我们变得成熟
你觉得呢...
sighh.
&I thought...Nevermind.