一隻狗,
喜歡了一隻豬,
豬却愛上了馬,
馬很瀟洒,
不願被駑駕,
要和驢私奔,
誕下了騾,
騾很自悲,
背不了重也跑不得快,
站在懸崖看落日.
狗來了,
咬了牠一口,
騾對狗說:
你恨我也沒有用,
豬愛上馬不會有結果,
正如狗喜歡豬一樣荒謬.
喜歡了一隻豬,
豬却愛上了馬,
馬很瀟洒,
不願被駑駕,
要和驢私奔,
誕下了騾,
騾很自悲,
背不了重也跑不得快,
站在懸崖看落日.
狗來了,
咬了牠一口,
騾對狗說:
你恨我也沒有用,
豬愛上馬不會有結果,
正如狗喜歡豬一樣荒謬.
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....