愛, 是什麼?
Love......
I leave before being left. I decide.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
I don’t want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Immature love says: “I love you because I need you.” Mature love says: “I need you because I love you.”
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
我站在妳面前, 但妳卻不知道我愛你....
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
The Last news of Zhao Ziyang
He died. I've nothing to say.
有沒有默哀? 有沒有下半旗?
有沒有吊唁? 有沒有紀念碑?
幹嗎你要到廣場?
幹嗎你要說來遲了?
你走了我們怎麼樣?
你走了我們還有誰?
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