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....
Monday, September 11, 2006
Why America?
Why America, not anywhere else? Why Bush, not anyone else? Why Iraq, not any place else? Why sad, not anything else?
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