我跳不出傷痛
可不可以不要再亂做夢
讓我能夠徹徹底底的放手
誰瞭解我 救得了我?
空氣中有股聲音 說:
I miss you.
好吧 放棄了
就讓我們的回憶盤旋在腦海
讓我釋放
再慢慢寬廣
2010年8月2日 星期一
O del mio amato ben My dearly beloved
O del mio amato ben perduto incanto!
Lungi e dagli occhi miei
chi m'era gloria e vanto!
Or per le mute stanze
sempre lo cerco e chiamo
con pieno il cor di speranze?
Ma cerco invan, chiamo invan!
E il pianger m'e si caro,
che di pianto sol nutro il cor.
Mi sembra, senza lui, triste ogni loco.
Notte mi sembra il giorno;
mi sembra gelo il foco.
Se pur talvolta spero
di darmi ad altra cura,
sol mi tormenta un pensiero:
Ma, senza lui, che faro?
Mi par cosi la vita vana cosa
senza il mio ben
Oh, lost enchantment of my dearly beloved!
Far from my eyes is he
who was, to me, glory and pride!
Now through the empty rooms
I always seek him and call him
with a heart full of hopes?
But I seek in vain, I call in vain!
And the weeping is so dear to me,
that with weeping alone I nourish my heart.
It seems to me, without him, sad everywhere.
The day seems like night to me;
the fire seems cold to me.
if, however, I sometimes hope
to give myself to another cure,
one thought alone torments me:
But without him, what shall I do?
To me, life seems a vain thing
without my beloved.
Lungi e dagli occhi miei
chi m'era gloria e vanto!
Or per le mute stanze
sempre lo cerco e chiamo
con pieno il cor di speranze?
Ma cerco invan, chiamo invan!
E il pianger m'e si caro,
che di pianto sol nutro il cor.
Mi sembra, senza lui, triste ogni loco.
Notte mi sembra il giorno;
mi sembra gelo il foco.
Se pur talvolta spero
di darmi ad altra cura,
sol mi tormenta un pensiero:
Ma, senza lui, che faro?
Mi par cosi la vita vana cosa
senza il mio ben
Oh, lost enchantment of my dearly beloved!
Far from my eyes is he
who was, to me, glory and pride!
Now through the empty rooms
I always seek him and call him
with a heart full of hopes?
But I seek in vain, I call in vain!
And the weeping is so dear to me,
that with weeping alone I nourish my heart.
It seems to me, without him, sad everywhere.
The day seems like night to me;
the fire seems cold to me.
if, however, I sometimes hope
to give myself to another cure,
one thought alone torments me:
But without him, what shall I do?
To me, life seems a vain thing
without my beloved.
2010年8月1日 星期日
The Five People You Meet in The Heaven
● Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
● Life has to end, love doesn't.
● Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
● But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
● Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.
●Life is not random, so somehow we're all connected.
●Strangers are just family you've not come to know.
●When we died, we were freed of anger.
●Lost love is still love, it's just different form.
●Each life affects the others, and the others affect next.
● Life has to end, love doesn't.
● Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
● But all endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.
● Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.
●Life is not random, so somehow we're all connected.
●Strangers are just family you've not come to know.
●When we died, we were freed of anger.
●Lost love is still love, it's just different form.
●Each life affects the others, and the others affect next.
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