The time now is 1.30 am, 16/5 Practical Time, 17/5 Real Time. In the past 24 hours, no, the past 18 hours only, I have witnessed the most interesting, most exciting and most incredible incident that ever happened in a Hall 2 karang guni. After that, life at the Esplanade was also unforgettable.
We started at 8 am and went through the usual karang guni procedure. As everyone knows, every karang guni contains some unusual, unexpected, unforgettable experiences. Freshie year first karang guni happened just after I met with a mega mishap, yet it healed the wound. Freshie year second karang guni ended with us tearing Lionel's underwear in broad daylight. Second year first karang guni gave us a few interesting FHM and spent Song Teck and my roommie Kai Leong a whole night unpacking the stores. Second year second karang guni gave us one motherfucker bastard son of a motherfucker who shouted first at Zhengwen and I first through the shower, then at us directly, then at his son. Third year first karang guni set a record for the most plastic bags "torn on purpose", hope you all get what I mean.
I was just wondering why is it that this karang guni nothing happened, when Wendy and Shulin started saying that four people have been stuck in the lift.
All I can say, after hearing the whole story, is that I would love to be one of those stuck in the lift. Seriously. It would have been a ride of a lifetime.
The maintainence staff eventually rescued them by pulling the lift upwards until the next landing.
After this, I hurried back to Hall to wash, change, make my hair, and proceed down to padang, partly to help Song Teck, partly, well, admittedly, to see how X is doing. (For those who dunno, the real name of the person referred to as X is not important. Suffice to know that X is one of my teammates in the Arts Festival event. For those who are with me in the arts festival, it should be clear that nobody in the whole team has a name starting with X, this code name X is purely ficticious, but, those who are in the team, by now you all should know who X is.)
I arrived at Esplanade, thinking that today I would just be purely an audience and not a staff, though I would of course help, should Song Teck need more reinforcements. After a one and a half hour journey however, I arrived at Esplanade, only to find myself in the middle of a dangerous looking lightning storm.
I raced to the tent, taking stops at bus stops. Obviously, I needed the shelter of the tent after all, and it was fortunate that I brought my pass. X and her partner Y arrived after a while, and they spoke of being hungry. I waited and thought for a while, then decided to do what I intended to do. It was Operation Watermelon all over again. Without a word, I took an umbrella and walked out of the tent, toward the MRT entrance. On the way, I messaged X.
Xiaolongnu to X: Mcdonalds ok with u? Help me ask Y and whoever havent eaten.
X to Xiaolongnu: No thanks! We're good :D
I know the truth was that she did not want to trouble me.
Xiaolongnu to X: Ok. Anyway i bought some nuggets to share. So if u all hungry later just take.
X to Xiaolongnu: Thanks!
Xiaolongnu to X: This is called welfare. (: Welcome to Hall life. Hope u are not dripping wet out there...
End.
I did it right, I think.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Common Misjudgments People Make About Me
I am not weird, just different.
I am not extreme, just passionate.
I am not desperate, just object oriented.
I am not trying to act smart, I am just being myself.
I do not mean to make people uncomfortable, I just follow my feelings.
I do not seek popularity, nor riches, they are all part of a greater goal.
I do not desire having a different perspective. I just have a different perspective.
I am not violent. I just like to swear.
I am neither a maths freak nor a maths genius. I am just a humble student, a Hall resident.
I am not thinking too much. I just have a good memory.
I do not seek attention, I only seek help.
I never feel uncomfortable. In its place, all the three letter and four letter words come out.
I do not never learn. I am learning, just slower than those who are born with what I was never born with.
I kill myself not when I am weak, but when there is really nothing much left to live for.
I am honest not when I cannot control or lie, but when I want to look for help before it is all too late.
A wise girl once told me, "Think of those things that make you happy. This way, even if you cannot be happy 24/7, at least you will be happy most of the time." For years, I have thought this way. But now, it seems like whatever happy memories that I have are tainted with the regrets of what I could have but did not have.
I sometimes wake up wanting to continue sleeping. That you are this uncomfortable with me, is reason alone for me to wish to keep sleeping forever. Legend has it that De Moivre sleeps more and more towards the final days of his life. I am already heading toward this path. Go on, continue to be uncomfortable. Continue to avoid, and you will be sure to one day succeed. For you will literally drive me to my grave. When that happens, you will truly have avoided me, forever.
I am not extreme, just passionate.
I am not desperate, just object oriented.
I am not trying to act smart, I am just being myself.
I do not mean to make people uncomfortable, I just follow my feelings.
I do not seek popularity, nor riches, they are all part of a greater goal.
I do not desire having a different perspective. I just have a different perspective.
I am not violent. I just like to swear.
I am neither a maths freak nor a maths genius. I am just a humble student, a Hall resident.
I am not thinking too much. I just have a good memory.
I do not seek attention, I only seek help.
I never feel uncomfortable. In its place, all the three letter and four letter words come out.
I do not never learn. I am learning, just slower than those who are born with what I was never born with.
I kill myself not when I am weak, but when there is really nothing much left to live for.
I am honest not when I cannot control or lie, but when I want to look for help before it is all too late.
A wise girl once told me, "Think of those things that make you happy. This way, even if you cannot be happy 24/7, at least you will be happy most of the time." For years, I have thought this way. But now, it seems like whatever happy memories that I have are tainted with the regrets of what I could have but did not have.
I sometimes wake up wanting to continue sleeping. That you are this uncomfortable with me, is reason alone for me to wish to keep sleeping forever. Legend has it that De Moivre sleeps more and more towards the final days of his life. I am already heading toward this path. Go on, continue to be uncomfortable. Continue to avoid, and you will be sure to one day succeed. For you will literally drive me to my grave. When that happens, you will truly have avoided me, forever.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Always the good and innocent suffer
For every system there exists couples. We have couples in Hall, among course mates, in electives, in activities. And for every system there exists couples such that for all other people in the system, these couples are the envy of everyone else.
This is especially so for couples of the popular guy and popular girl type. Typically, we have a guy who knows how to talk a lot of cock, everyone very interested in the things that he has to say, knows how to use body language, and a girl who is either very pretty or has very good interpersonal skill, usually both.
But what happens, when things do not work out between the couple?
Popular couple break ups usually are much more dramatic, inreconcilable, and painful and scarring, than ordinary couples. I happen to have a friend, girl, who was involved in two difficult relationships in two years.
This girl came to NTU not green, like most of the girls of my batch, but red, with a guy that she knew just before coming to NTU. I got to know her during a school event in our freshie year, and mere hours later, I met the guy. This guy is a typical charisma. A tough, sporty man, supposedly good looking, with a smile and confidence that is typically the type that would attract girls. But when I saw him, I thought, there was something wrong about him. I could not pinpoint it. It was like in Jedi terms, the Force sensitive part of my brain prompted me that there was something wrong.
It turned out that I was quite right. I realized that he was a jealous bloke who simply did not like anyone to get close to the girl. There was once when he was trying to help the girl carry a whole load of lunch packets up a little hill in NTU, when they found that there was simply not enough manpower. I did the obvious thing of pulling out a plastic bag from my bag, for I was prepared. The girl was mildly surprised and thanked me, and mentioned that "I came well prepared." I looked at her to appreciate her compliment. The guy gave a weird little look as though to say "What are you doing? Are you having designs on her?" This gesture was unmissed by me.
The dubious nature of this guy was further proved later by one little incident after another, as was his lack of thoughtfulness. The girl, meanwhile, was a very innocent, endearing and complying girl.
Exam period came. From what I know, the girl had something on her mind, and therefore did not do very well. I do not know exactly what it is, but I suspect it was the guy, giving her problems. Should this be true, this is definitely the thing about him that I most cannot forgive.
They broke up soon after freshie year ended. And almost immediately, being green for merely weeks, the girl was red again.
This second guy was better than the first. About a year later, an acad year to be exact, they broke up, or perhaps I should say they were never truly together.
I would say, unbiasedly, that this girl's uni life has been scarred by relationships quite as badly as those who want but cannot find. And her story, I feel, is a true tragedy, and finely illustrates how the best of people sometimes suffer the worst fates.
Somebody told me that he pities this girl. I agree with him. This girl, given her personality, did not deserve this. She is a kind hearted, innocent, gentle girl, with a heart of gold, without any ulterior motives to anyone. She was not a flamboyant girl, a bitch, or a playgirl, and it is really sad that a girl with such archangelic purity and almost child like innocence has to suffer such a fate, have such a terrible past, in the best years of her life.
The story does not end here. For her third year, which is the present, the girl has been green. However, I worry about the quality of some of the guys that she is hanging out with, especially one of them. Yet, I am not sufficiently close enough to advise her directly. Worse, the guy that I am worried about is someone who WAS with another good friend of mine.
Therefore, I write the story here, in the hope that she will somehow get to read it. I have included some details in the story that she, and probably only she, will know that I am talking about her. I have deliberately added some details that uniquely identify her. I hope that she will read this post, and recognize herself, which she will be able to, and finally I hope that when she does meet someone who is good for her, that person will be at least thinking as much as I am. I hope that by writing here, you will understand, and be able to avert a third disaster.
This is especially so for couples of the popular guy and popular girl type. Typically, we have a guy who knows how to talk a lot of cock, everyone very interested in the things that he has to say, knows how to use body language, and a girl who is either very pretty or has very good interpersonal skill, usually both.
But what happens, when things do not work out between the couple?
Popular couple break ups usually are much more dramatic, inreconcilable, and painful and scarring, than ordinary couples. I happen to have a friend, girl, who was involved in two difficult relationships in two years.
This girl came to NTU not green, like most of the girls of my batch, but red, with a guy that she knew just before coming to NTU. I got to know her during a school event in our freshie year, and mere hours later, I met the guy. This guy is a typical charisma. A tough, sporty man, supposedly good looking, with a smile and confidence that is typically the type that would attract girls. But when I saw him, I thought, there was something wrong about him. I could not pinpoint it. It was like in Jedi terms, the Force sensitive part of my brain prompted me that there was something wrong.
It turned out that I was quite right. I realized that he was a jealous bloke who simply did not like anyone to get close to the girl. There was once when he was trying to help the girl carry a whole load of lunch packets up a little hill in NTU, when they found that there was simply not enough manpower. I did the obvious thing of pulling out a plastic bag from my bag, for I was prepared. The girl was mildly surprised and thanked me, and mentioned that "I came well prepared." I looked at her to appreciate her compliment. The guy gave a weird little look as though to say "What are you doing? Are you having designs on her?" This gesture was unmissed by me.
The dubious nature of this guy was further proved later by one little incident after another, as was his lack of thoughtfulness. The girl, meanwhile, was a very innocent, endearing and complying girl.
Exam period came. From what I know, the girl had something on her mind, and therefore did not do very well. I do not know exactly what it is, but I suspect it was the guy, giving her problems. Should this be true, this is definitely the thing about him that I most cannot forgive.
They broke up soon after freshie year ended. And almost immediately, being green for merely weeks, the girl was red again.
This second guy was better than the first. About a year later, an acad year to be exact, they broke up, or perhaps I should say they were never truly together.
I would say, unbiasedly, that this girl's uni life has been scarred by relationships quite as badly as those who want but cannot find. And her story, I feel, is a true tragedy, and finely illustrates how the best of people sometimes suffer the worst fates.
Somebody told me that he pities this girl. I agree with him. This girl, given her personality, did not deserve this. She is a kind hearted, innocent, gentle girl, with a heart of gold, without any ulterior motives to anyone. She was not a flamboyant girl, a bitch, or a playgirl, and it is really sad that a girl with such archangelic purity and almost child like innocence has to suffer such a fate, have such a terrible past, in the best years of her life.
The story does not end here. For her third year, which is the present, the girl has been green. However, I worry about the quality of some of the guys that she is hanging out with, especially one of them. Yet, I am not sufficiently close enough to advise her directly. Worse, the guy that I am worried about is someone who WAS with another good friend of mine.
Therefore, I write the story here, in the hope that she will somehow get to read it. I have included some details in the story that she, and probably only she, will know that I am talking about her. I have deliberately added some details that uniquely identify her. I hope that she will read this post, and recognize herself, which she will be able to, and finally I hope that when she does meet someone who is good for her, that person will be at least thinking as much as I am. I hope that by writing here, you will understand, and be able to avert a third disaster.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Looking for salvation
I really hope my salvation will come soon. I am really drowning in my difficulties, and despite every effort to keep myself alive, I feel that I may not last much longer unless this miracle comes to me.
She is in name, my friend. But the way she behaves, I would rather she were my enemy. So much for friendship, but she only talks when I am sian, never talking when I am trying to be happy. Doesn't she realize, that just one day would have fulfilled the prophecy and extended my life? But when I am trying to be happy, she would always be busy, with other people, other things, other people who mean more to her than I do.
I would much rather that she is my enemy. Then I could hate her wholeheartedly, go all out to fight with her, look at her with malice in my life, and not now, with confusion. I tried ways and means to leave hidden messages to her. Is my cryptography really so good that she could not understand?
I think I made my hidden messages clear enough to her, and I think she should know the hidden message, the message that she really better reply to me, better not continue to ignore me.
She is in name, my friend. But the way she behaves, I would rather she were my enemy. So much for friendship, but she only talks when I am sian, never talking when I am trying to be happy. Doesn't she realize, that just one day would have fulfilled the prophecy and extended my life? But when I am trying to be happy, she would always be busy, with other people, other things, other people who mean more to her than I do.
I would much rather that she is my enemy. Then I could hate her wholeheartedly, go all out to fight with her, look at her with malice in my life, and not now, with confusion. I tried ways and means to leave hidden messages to her. Is my cryptography really so good that she could not understand?
I think I made my hidden messages clear enough to her, and I think she should know the hidden message, the message that she really better reply to me, better not continue to ignore me.
But this one still small issue. The big issue is worse. Totally dun want to reply. It is not that I dun get it. It is she who doesn't get it. She doesn't get it that I am not going to give up until I die, which I will if she continues to do this. This is literally the end of the world for me, I am really at my wits' end. I dunno exactly what the fuck am I supposed to do now.
For those of you who know who I am talking about, please try to help me. For those who dunno, please do not try to guess. For those who are gossiping or insist on trying to guess, please fuck off.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
FUCK MY LIFE LAH
I'm so fucking dead lah!! I pushed so hard during the fucking recess week and finally managed to catch up with all the fucking work that I have been lagging behind, only to oversleep and miss FOUR BLOODY PERIODS of lessons yesterday. Now it is like WHAT THE FUCK and I got to catch up again, starting with a stupid lab and two periods of fucking real analysis, all the talk about balls is literally like lampah.
And the things that need to be settled is still making no fucking progress now I really know what the fuck is called FUCK MY LIFE.
How I wish I may have what I have wanted for years, if I do, I will not mind missing 40 rounds on my Arctic, or give up chess or bridge...really...just let me finish what I am meant to do, and I dun care about leaving this life.
And the things that need to be settled is still making no fucking progress now I really know what the fuck is called FUCK MY LIFE.
How I wish I may have what I have wanted for years, if I do, I will not mind missing 40 rounds on my Arctic, or give up chess or bridge...really...just let me finish what I am meant to do, and I dun care about leaving this life.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Respectable Seniors
Recently, I bought Boon Lay Way nasi lemak for a pair of v close roommies, and subsequently, gave them a pair of couple keychains for V day. These keychains are not meant as the celebration of romance, but as my blessings that they remain as close as roommies can be for eternity. I further explained that they are my freshies and I should care for them, and beckoned them to treat their freshies with likewise pastoral care in turn, in future.
The girl thanked me graciously, as expected of her character, for she was a v well mannered and sunshine girl who never failed to give thanks. While I receive her thanks with warm regards, I should however, be humble and say that this is really v little compared with what some of my seniors did, whether to me as a freshie, or to Hall in general.
In no particular order, here I present some respectable seniors and what they did, and I think, what I did for freshies is really humbled in comparison to them. These stories are accurate to the best of my knowledge. I do not mention any names here, but those seniors (and in fact most of those who are my seniors, will know who I am talking about in each profile). I only cover those who have already grad, those who haven't, eg JY Shiqi Simin...next year (:
1. He gave up an offer for exchange and decided to do his IA locally, so that he could serve Hall 2 as OMC chair.
2. He gave up an offer for exchange to be the JCRC Hon Gen Sec.
3. He is a generous man. He never asked for payment when buying food or drinks for us, and insisted that we do NOT pay him back. He treated the entire OMC SUB COM, not just the main com but the main com AND the sub com, ah lian beehoon, during the run through for fright night. More importantly, he is always available to discuss problems and offer his advice and views. More than just a passive listener, he is an active counsellor. He also remained active till the end, never having retired, up till his final sem.
4. I got to know her, first day in Hall 2, at FOC. She trusted me from the beginning, was always there when I was stressed up, and even found time to talk to me when I went through a terrible crisis and she was doing her FYP. And she never told me that she had to do her FYP, all through the interview, for she knew that if she did, I would not have spent that much time talking with her, wasting her time for FYP.
5. He continued talking to me, made sure I was fine, advised me, even though he was on exchange in Shanghai.
6. He helped a freshie chase a girl that he himself was interested in.
7. She did not clear away all his belongings when she grad, instead she left them for the next generation. He of the next generation did the same, and the table is in my room right now.
8. She is really made of pure gold. She is a dancer, a most elegant one. She is like a swan, full of grace and elegance. Freshie year she joined OMC as pub sec. Second year she was double promoted to fin sec. For years, literally, she choregraphed the OMC fire dance for Hall, most willingly, even though it was never part of her job scope. While most people retire towards their final year, she remained active till the end. Even in her final year she still helped her friend (who was the incoming DND chair) to choregraph and teach dance for the pageant people. Again, never asking for anything in return. She is in addition to all these, the finest, most artistic and gentle dancer that I have ever met.
Hope this was good inspiration.
The girl thanked me graciously, as expected of her character, for she was a v well mannered and sunshine girl who never failed to give thanks. While I receive her thanks with warm regards, I should however, be humble and say that this is really v little compared with what some of my seniors did, whether to me as a freshie, or to Hall in general.
In no particular order, here I present some respectable seniors and what they did, and I think, what I did for freshies is really humbled in comparison to them. These stories are accurate to the best of my knowledge. I do not mention any names here, but those seniors (and in fact most of those who are my seniors, will know who I am talking about in each profile). I only cover those who have already grad, those who haven't, eg JY Shiqi Simin...next year (:
1. He gave up an offer for exchange and decided to do his IA locally, so that he could serve Hall 2 as OMC chair.
2. He gave up an offer for exchange to be the JCRC Hon Gen Sec.
3. He is a generous man. He never asked for payment when buying food or drinks for us, and insisted that we do NOT pay him back. He treated the entire OMC SUB COM, not just the main com but the main com AND the sub com, ah lian beehoon, during the run through for fright night. More importantly, he is always available to discuss problems and offer his advice and views. More than just a passive listener, he is an active counsellor. He also remained active till the end, never having retired, up till his final sem.
4. I got to know her, first day in Hall 2, at FOC. She trusted me from the beginning, was always there when I was stressed up, and even found time to talk to me when I went through a terrible crisis and she was doing her FYP. And she never told me that she had to do her FYP, all through the interview, for she knew that if she did, I would not have spent that much time talking with her, wasting her time for FYP.
5. He continued talking to me, made sure I was fine, advised me, even though he was on exchange in Shanghai.
6. He helped a freshie chase a girl that he himself was interested in.
7. She did not clear away all his belongings when she grad, instead she left them for the next generation. He of the next generation did the same, and the table is in my room right now.
8. She is really made of pure gold. She is a dancer, a most elegant one. She is like a swan, full of grace and elegance. Freshie year she joined OMC as pub sec. Second year she was double promoted to fin sec. For years, literally, she choregraphed the OMC fire dance for Hall, most willingly, even though it was never part of her job scope. While most people retire towards their final year, she remained active till the end. Even in her final year she still helped her friend (who was the incoming DND chair) to choregraph and teach dance for the pageant people. Again, never asking for anything in return. She is in addition to all these, the finest, most artistic and gentle dancer that I have ever met.
Hope this was good inspiration.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Love Song Saga
Written by dunno how many writers, cut and paste done by me, advised by WenHan, inspired by Xiaofei.
Phase 1: Realization
泪有点咸有点甜
你的胸膛吻着我的侧脸
回头看踏过的雪慢慢融化成草原
而我就像你没有一秒曾后悔
因为爱著你的爱
因为梦著你的梦
所以悲伤著你的悲伤
幸福著你的幸福
因为路过你的路
因为苦过你的苦
所以快乐著你的快乐
追逐著你的追逐
Phase 2: Rejection
你说过牵了手就算约定
但亲爱的那并不是爱情
就像来不及许愿的流星
再怎么美丽也只能是曾经
太美的承诺因为太年轻
但亲爱的那并不是爱情
就像是精灵住错了森林
那爱情错的很透明
我相信把你的名字
念上一千遍就会念成
轮回一千遍的诺言
渡过雨打风吹的考验
我相信把你的容颜
看上一千遍就会看成
最永恒的预言
有一天我们终将改变变成了唯一的传说
为什麽喜欢我我这种怪胎
像原始人活在新时代
外表很倔强但心不坏
我相信永远不存在
别爱上我我这种怪胎
我的人生一路在修改
我说爱情海底捞针真心难买
忘了我让我一个人自由自在
紧紧相依的心如何say goodbye
你比我清楚还要我说明白
爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢
我用背叛自己完成你的期盼
把手放开不问一句say goodbye
当作最后一次对你的溺爱
冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管
只要你能愉快
Phase 3: Reconcilation
每一次都在徘徊孤单中坚强
每一次就算很受伤也不闪泪光
我知道我一直有双隐形的翅膀
带我飞飞过绝望
半夜睡不着觉
把心情哼成歌
只好到屋顶找另一个梦境
睡梦中被敲醒
我还是不确定
怎曾有动人弦律在对面的屋顶
我悄悄关上门
带着希望上去
原来是我梦里常出现的那个人
那个人不就是我梦里那模糊的人
我们有同样的默契
用天线用天线排成爱你的形状
在屋顶唱着你的歌
在屋顶和我爱的人
让星星点缀成最浪漫的夜晚
拥抱这时刻这一分一秒全都停止
爱开始纠结
在屋顶唱着你的歌
在屋顶和我爱的人
将泛黄的夜献给最孤独的月
拥抱这时刻这一分一秒全都停止
爱开始纠结
梦有你而美
手牵手我的朋友
爱永远在你左右
不要再恐惧不要再放弃这一切将会度过
因为你和我，才有明天的彩虹
Phase 4: Reciprocation
离开不会太悲伤
有些心情该释放
直到眼泪它自己落下
才发现骗不了自己其实很爱你
当世界不知不觉的变了
有时候我怀念以前的我
作的梦虽然远远的
想像是一种快乐
拥有了总是也失去什么
而眷恋原来会带来软弱
你让我在雾里成熟
心开始曲折
我不想舍得不想懂得
是谁惹谁言不由衷
说谎伤害都是不安犯的错
怕抱不紧什么
我不想舍得不想懂得
谁说割爱才更深刻
彼此依赖是爱不是负荷
互相照顾就是幸福的
现在学着去遗忘
躲开有你的地方
回忆被谁放在书架上
把他从最高的地方落下
感动越是深刻
寂寞就越伤人喔
每个人的心里都会有一段伤痕
像白纸的天真
仿佛被你伤得好深
相爱不需要理由
离开也没有理由挽留
如果你已经不能控制每天想我一次如果你因为我而诚实
如果你看我的电影听爱上的cd如果你能带我一起旅行
如果你决定跟随感觉为爱勇敢一次如果你说我们有彼此
如果你会开始相信这般恋爱心情我只要你一件如果的事
我会奋不顾身地去爱你
爱那么绵那么粘
管命运设定要谁离别
海岸线越让人流连
总是美得越蜿蜒
我们太倔强
连天都不忍再反对
Phase 5 (Finale) : Recapitulation
深情一眼挚爱万年
几度轮回恋恋不灭
把岁月铺成红毯
见证我们的极限
心疼一句珍藏万年
誓言就该比永远更远
要不是沧海桑田
真爱怎么会浮现
因为誓言不敢听
因为承诺不敢信
所以放心著你的沉默
去说服明天的命运
没有风雨躲得过
没有坎坷不必走
所以安心的牵你的手
不去想该不该回头
也许牵了手的手
前生不一定好走
也许有了伴的路
今生还要更忙碌
所以牵了手的手
来生还要一起走
所以有了伴的路
没有岁月可回头
深情一眼挚爱万年
几度轮回恋恋不灭
把岁月铺成红毯
见证我们的极限
心疼一句珍藏万年
誓言就该比永远更远
要不是沧海桑田
真爱怎么会浮现
再过了千风万雨
春暖在---眼前
Phase 1: Realization
泪有点咸有点甜
你的胸膛吻着我的侧脸
回头看踏过的雪慢慢融化成草原
而我就像你没有一秒曾后悔
因为爱著你的爱
因为梦著你的梦
所以悲伤著你的悲伤
幸福著你的幸福
因为路过你的路
因为苦过你的苦
所以快乐著你的快乐
追逐著你的追逐
Phase 2: Rejection
你说过牵了手就算约定
但亲爱的那并不是爱情
就像来不及许愿的流星
再怎么美丽也只能是曾经
太美的承诺因为太年轻
但亲爱的那并不是爱情
就像是精灵住错了森林
那爱情错的很透明
我相信把你的名字
念上一千遍就会念成
轮回一千遍的诺言
渡过雨打风吹的考验
我相信把你的容颜
看上一千遍就会看成
最永恒的预言
有一天我们终将改变变成了唯一的传说
为什麽喜欢我我这种怪胎
像原始人活在新时代
外表很倔强但心不坏
我相信永远不存在
别爱上我我这种怪胎
我的人生一路在修改
我说爱情海底捞针真心难买
忘了我让我一个人自由自在
紧紧相依的心如何say goodbye
你比我清楚还要我说明白
爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢
我用背叛自己完成你的期盼
把手放开不问一句say goodbye
当作最后一次对你的溺爱
冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管
只要你能愉快
Phase 3: Reconcilation
每一次都在徘徊孤单中坚强
每一次就算很受伤也不闪泪光
我知道我一直有双隐形的翅膀
带我飞飞过绝望
半夜睡不着觉
把心情哼成歌
只好到屋顶找另一个梦境
睡梦中被敲醒
我还是不确定
怎曾有动人弦律在对面的屋顶
我悄悄关上门
带着希望上去
原来是我梦里常出现的那个人
那个人不就是我梦里那模糊的人
我们有同样的默契
用天线用天线排成爱你的形状
在屋顶唱着你的歌
在屋顶和我爱的人
让星星点缀成最浪漫的夜晚
拥抱这时刻这一分一秒全都停止
爱开始纠结
在屋顶唱着你的歌
在屋顶和我爱的人
将泛黄的夜献给最孤独的月
拥抱这时刻这一分一秒全都停止
爱开始纠结
梦有你而美
手牵手我的朋友
爱永远在你左右
不要再恐惧不要再放弃这一切将会度过
因为你和我，才有明天的彩虹
Phase 4: Reciprocation
离开不会太悲伤
有些心情该释放
直到眼泪它自己落下
才发现骗不了自己其实很爱你
当世界不知不觉的变了
有时候我怀念以前的我
作的梦虽然远远的
想像是一种快乐
拥有了总是也失去什么
而眷恋原来会带来软弱
你让我在雾里成熟
心开始曲折
我不想舍得不想懂得
是谁惹谁言不由衷
说谎伤害都是不安犯的错
怕抱不紧什么
我不想舍得不想懂得
谁说割爱才更深刻
彼此依赖是爱不是负荷
互相照顾就是幸福的
现在学着去遗忘
躲开有你的地方
回忆被谁放在书架上
把他从最高的地方落下
感动越是深刻
寂寞就越伤人喔
每个人的心里都会有一段伤痕
像白纸的天真
仿佛被你伤得好深
相爱不需要理由
离开也没有理由挽留
如果你已经不能控制每天想我一次如果你因为我而诚实
如果你看我的电影听爱上的cd如果你能带我一起旅行
如果你决定跟随感觉为爱勇敢一次如果你说我们有彼此
如果你会开始相信这般恋爱心情我只要你一件如果的事
我会奋不顾身地去爱你
爱那么绵那么粘
管命运设定要谁离别
海岸线越让人流连
总是美得越蜿蜒
我们太倔强
连天都不忍再反对
Phase 5 (Finale) : Recapitulation
深情一眼挚爱万年
几度轮回恋恋不灭
把岁月铺成红毯
见证我们的极限
心疼一句珍藏万年
誓言就该比永远更远
要不是沧海桑田
真爱怎么会浮现
因为誓言不敢听
因为承诺不敢信
所以放心著你的沉默
去说服明天的命运
没有风雨躲得过
没有坎坷不必走
所以安心的牵你的手
不去想该不该回头
也许牵了手的手
前生不一定好走
也许有了伴的路
今生还要更忙碌
所以牵了手的手
来生还要一起走
所以有了伴的路
没有岁月可回头
深情一眼挚爱万年
几度轮回恋恋不灭
把岁月铺成红毯
见证我们的极限
心疼一句珍藏万年
誓言就该比永远更远
要不是沧海桑田
真爱怎么会浮现
再过了千风万雨
春暖在---眼前
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