| 在米字路口上
不要惆悵傍偟
八個出口
八個可能
又不是崛頭路
有風吹雨打作磨鍊
才不致被浪花沖死
我們這些溫室小草
給妳的
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| Never seek to tell the love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A travelier came by,
Silently, invisibly;
He took her with a sigh.
Love's Secret --William Blake
love itself, perhaps, does not have content,
it has a mythical frame at the beginning.
once started,
it is heading to the withered end.
its birth is meant to die, a self-murder.
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其實對得到完美的興趣不大亦沒有可能得到
大概是響往嘗試接近「完美」的那個狀態
朋友Ｐ: 沒有最完美的起點, 也沒有最完美的終始, 只是尋找固中的快樂
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| 她:「都是想看下世界有幾大」
十四年朋友送給我最好的一巴掌
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