风的佛过  扬起了尘土                            

 

 

                                住在城堡里面的王子 VS 红色阳光下的轻松

 

                                                              

 

                                                                                                         习惯了    随便的舒服            

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            MAY Be

 

                                       we are just all  formulated and programed far far before we realized..

 

                     

 

                         here we are¬!¬¬     to be  destroyed, vanished.. broken...reputured and punished..

 

                  

                          by our loves and hates..             ourselves--myself ¬...and all others..

 

    

 

                                           I'm living in A    Perfect conflict...

 

 

 

                                                        well..   at least there are some personalities left..

 

 

 

 

                           day in, day out...

 

            lifes is full of judgements, reckonings, comparisons, jealousies or envy (whatever)...hearsays and headaches...

 

 

                                          still  endless tomorrows ahead¬¬¬¬

 

 

                                                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                     

 17日, 回到雨天里...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

              浩浩荡荡的假期结束了, 我回到了潮湿的北方...阴暗的天空却有阳光的道访, 他们矛盾的存在着~

 

                        和家人打理完一切, 他们匆匆离开了.. .. 望着离去的家人, 一切变得更加厌恶了

 

 

                                     电话, 网络...

 

                

                     也许, 少一些奢华的自私, ...多一些目光撒落在身边..      

 

                                                            

 

                                                                 今天也不会有什么罪恶感了.              

 

 

                     时间的分配如同往日..

 

 

 

 

                                 喜欢的都回来了, 琴声, 雨水 ... 宁静     秋天  黄色蓝色... 线条, 叶子

             

 

                                                                                                 消失的月亮 ...   空无一人的窗外

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                          

 

 

 

               

 

                                             照片        

 

                                           只是给回忆的碎片

 

                                                        就算在微笑, 也有虚伪的影子...      

 

                                 牵起的手, 也只是在游戏....

 

 

                          幸福的灰尘落去以后    渐渐  忘记了

                                                     毕竟, 瞬间永远是夹在回忆里面的一丝光亮... 

             

               或许是淡蓝色, 或许只是...耀眼的一片白光..          

 

                                   

                                            只有走过的刹那 才知道...原来什么都是空白

 

 

                              什么都没有了                  

 

                                                    什么都没有了