Fate

We met, but we might not acquaint;
We acquainted, but we might not fall in love;
We fell in love, but we might not keep;
We kept, but we might not get along;
We got along, but we might not tolerate;
We tolerated, but we might not grow old together.

Fate is such a miracle;
At times, it fools us.

Am I?

Am I happy?
Sometimes I just feel sorry for myself.
Sorry that I couldn't be myself anymore.

Mermaid

Does a mermaid have tears?

Mermaid has no tears, 

And therefore she suffers so much more.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

My vision is getting blur.

As my eyes are glued on life,

And they are full of tears.

My tears burnt my wings,

I couldn't fly to paradise.

Sublimate

When one is convinced by own-self,

It is a kind of intellectual triumph.

When one is touched by own-self,

It is a kind of spiritual sublimation.

When one is conquered by own-self,

It is a kind of life maturity.

Survivor

Success is divided into two halves;

Half is in the hands of God - it is called Fate,

The other half is in your own hands - Effort.

When God plans to give you a great gift,

It usually comes in a package of difficulties.

When you feel pain, that it when you feel growth.

Growth is a mirage built by tonnes of sorrows.

So be patient and strong;

One day, the pain your bear will lead you to destiny.

"Wish" is the hope for something to happen;

"Belief" is when you believe it will happen;

"Courage" is to make it happen.

No matter how hard life is,

Always keep yourself at elegance.

100th Day

Today is the 100th day of your death.
Nobody remembers, I'm the only one I guess.
I hope they can treasure your sacrifice like I do.
But you've never be seen.
They somehow couldn't remember how it feels like.

I wish I could hug you and call your name.
I wish I could buy you every toy in the store.
I wish I could bring you to every Disneyland.
I wish I had never let you go.
I'm sorry.

The Dodge

Because of the plainness, sometimes our love will tour away from the warm haven.

Because of the curiosity, sometimes our journey will casually stray away at some crossroads.

The moment when you are going to cast off, you will hear your love weeps.

Sometimes when you asked a question;

The person has been dodging to answer you;

That is when he/she is telling you euphemistically:

You won't want the real answer, it's cruel.

There is no never-changing commitment,

There are never-ending lies.

Shadows of ambiguity

I couldn't tell what am I praying for.
As I exhale rings of puff together with you.
I wanted to say, those dissatisfaction.
How do I capture your affection?
We seem like getting closer but we never touch.
Hovering in bittersweet memories, day by day.
I hesitated, to remain or just shied away.
Ambiguity is a senseless greed.

I couldn't see my own shadows;
Because I'm living in the shadows.

Childhood was wonderful

Leaving childhood, starting to grab my own life.

However, the headstrong and capricious me with uncontrollable impulsive; 

Putting myself into foolish desire over and over again.

I put myself in risk when I fell in love, I thought this is what I sought for.

And I rampaged through misunderstandings and lies.

Is the world of adults always full of hidden flaws?

Everyday I come towards the forks in the road;

How I missed the past with simple little happiness, it was wonderful.

Love causes us to cry, to feel unsatisfied.

The sky is so wide but I couldn't see clearly.

How lonely. 

Betrayal of Trust- Affair

Each betrayal begins with trust.
Trust is fragile.
It can be lost instantly;
Or there is a hysteresis whereby a long-earned trust eroded and then suddenly lost.

The greater trust that you had put in a person,
The greater impact the betrayal has on you.

Betrayal is about learning not to idealize external sources.
Love is whatever you can still betray;
Betrayal can only happen if you love.

Affairs are loaded with romanticism, morality, mythology and intense emotion.

Pay the price for your betrayal, to whom who betrayed.
Betrayals and affairs are now exciting games for me.
So, game on.

Difficulties of Life

The sweetest joy of life,
Comes from the fruit of sorrow.

The most beautiful things of life,
Comes from the sow of suffer.

We need to experience difficulties,
Before we know how to comfort others.

Happy Birthday to A Long Lost You

I was recalling your first birthday with me when I was 15;
When life is simple, no fancy dresses nor beautiful cars;
We were not controlled by sinful money.
Our love was passionate and romantic.
I was blindly in love with you.
I gifted you my most precious as your birthday gift.
And there was this promise that you would be my forever partner.

When we were together,
I had this smile that no one would ever seen.
Because it's just you that would make me smile this way.

We were happy over simple things;
We laughed when we sat together in class;
We giggled when we had lunch together;
We were happy even we traveled by bus and walked;
We were flattered when we ate our self-cooked meals;
We had silly thoughts of our future.

And now, we're not talking to each other at all.
I wonder where you are. I miss you.
If I could ever met you again,
I would say "Thank You".
Not merely a thank you I'd always say.
But thank you for being a lesson of my life.

One could fall in love many times during the course of a lifetime,
But the first rush of love always holds a special place in our hearts.

Some people turned around, left but someday you still reunite.
Some people turned around and became a passer-by of your life.
To meet is a kind of fate.
To leave is a kind of fate as well.

Other than letting go, what you can only do is still let go.

The Time-Keeper

Meet, Is when two tortuous timeline collides together.
And then made up me and you.
And that is when the time-keeper starts managing our love.

Love is a slow soul.
In this journey, there are lots of setbacks.
We aim to reach happiness.
But in the end, some are happy, some stop loving.

Loneliness is a kind of knowledge
How many times of heartbreak are needed to fulfill our will?
Then we think that our time-keepers are cruel and unfair.

"Dear time-keeper,
We won't give up, we will keep on striving.
But please, let me know the time or a date;
When me and my love are parallel and collide."

June 0406

It has been 6 years.
Maybe today you've already forgotten;
And I'm the only one still missing those days.
How ironic.

 I revisit the old places we used to go;
 I didn't know my heart still weeps, and tears drop.
I often think, are you holding her to sleep?
Or are you missing the old days like I do?
What if, we're still holding hands?
However, I have no right to complain anymore.
I made no courage to talk about the old times;
To tell you that I'm sorry.

 We were so young and unwise.
We thought that love was easy.
When I look back, we were boy and girl.
Now, we've both grown up.
Still, I'm always afraid to talk to you;
Though we've never talked for 3 years.
I wouldn't want to talk about living with you;
Because I know I'd live better if we're together.
And I'm regret over our childish dispute.

 It's June 2012. And I'm still missing you.

A Hundred Years of Solitude

Maybe it's because of me,
you pursuit the freedom of loneliness.

Sorrow is true; Tear is fake;
 There isn't any cause of consequence;

After a hundred years, both of us won't exist.

Sorrow is fictional

Wound is scarring.
Petals covered the cemetery of my heart.
Our story will ultimately be cremated.

We no longer linger.
It is worthless to waste the rest of our limited lives on this sad romance.
Although it is distressing to have each other only return the care with a friend's identity.

There ain't any perfect love;
As we are human beings, with flesh and blood;
We're not from fairy tales nor soup opera.
No matter how hard we show our love,
It isn't necessarily that we get another person in full possession
If you want to learn how maintain a good relationship;
You must first understand what is it like to lose a relationship.

We have walked through sweet times;
Thus, there shouldn't be any tears now.
As the best picture has been captured in our hearts.

Sorrow couldn't be identify by test tube;
Sorrow isn't a real thing - not a chemical analogy real substance derived from a test tube.
So why not take sorrow as fictional?

Put down the burden of memories,
Cherish the present one.

The First Love

First Love;

You'll never forget his/her name,
But you'll never wanna talk about him/her;
You'll never erase the memories,
But you hate that you still remember;
You'll never delete his/her contact number,
But you'll never call nor text;
You'll never greet him/her when you meet,
But your heart weeps after that;
You'll never hesitate to pass by his/her house,
But you'll never ring the doorbell;
You'll never tell how much you missed and loved him/her,
But you'll keep feeling sorry and regretful.

Somehow I still miss my first love.
I hope "what if" works.

Overload Love

Usually people fall for each other before they really get to know the partner.

As time goes by, you found out that there are lots you didn't know bout him/her.

Then you start to realize you finally know who him/her really is.

And so, you know you couldn't get along with this person for knowing him/her thoroughly.

In the end, you say goodbye and leave.

That's how most of the couple behave.

Because people just want to pour their overload love on someone.

And once they met this someone who they didn't really know thoroughly,

They pour their love like guys ejaculating their sperms.

For once you thought this is the right one.

And then, you realized you fall into a black hole.

Lesson of Life

I learned to be strong;

As there isn't anyone who coaxes when I cried.

I learned to be brave;

As there isn't anyone who protects when I fear.

I learned to bear;

As there isn't anyone who helps when I need.

I learned self-reliance;

As there isn't anyone to rely on when I collapse.

I no longer fear of the darkness,

I no longer fear of tiny insects,

I no longer fear of loneliness,

I no longer fear of cold.

Because I have to learn to live when I'm all alone.