这个blog真的荒芜了一年半载了。
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MUSIC, WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE
P.B.Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

刹那间，空气凝固，她的表情成为了永恒。。。

我的BLOG一片荒芜。。。。。。

"Love does exist. It's not an illusion. I'm sure of that now. One merely has to recognise it, and be humble before it. We didn't understand it. We parted in the arrogance of youth. We didn't know then what we learnt with time: We only love once with all our soul. Today, I know it. It was him. He was that one time." -------George Sand

突然想起南十字星~想起发现澳洲的库克船长~想起无边无际蔚蓝的大海~想起自己想去航海的梦想。。。
你是第一个和我提起南十字星的人，你说你曾经晚上开车到山顶，遥望那不落的星辰。。。
所以听到那首歌，就想起你了。。。
突然想起无忧无虑的初中时代，想起躺在草坪上看星星闪闪的夜晚，想起那用画笔涂鸦心情和梦想的时光，想起所有同学清澈得像一杯水的眼神，想起曾经迷恋灌篮高手的自己，想起想拥有竹蜻蜓飞上天空的自己。。。
有时害怕长大，怕用漫画编织的世界瞬间就变成泡沫，怕自己的梦想被一个个击碎。。。
可是你从来不会拿现实的框框来束缚我的梦想，你从来不会对我的梦想说不可能。。。
和你交谈，我就会想起那个很单纯的自己，想起快滑落在指尖的梦想。。。
所以，真的谢谢你！

should love see the colour?