Memories of the Wind.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Fri nite is the mood for love.
Fri nite is the mood for love.
I was actually penning my thoughts down beforehand at an ungodly time of 330am on a lonely bus ride home with 3 other lonely souls. The first one was the bus driver, indian. He's lonely. The second one was a balding middle aged man who looked forlorn and ancient for his age. He's lonely. The tird one was a doe-eyed gal who's around the same age as mi sitting by the window and listening to her music player. She's lonely. Inspired by people and events, Miss Beni is in the mood for love again.
其实离开也是一种说不出的温柔。。
如果我不再牵你的手时，
你是否会在下一个十字路口迷失你原来的方向呢？
我不忍心，
所以我走不开。
可是爱不该是这样。
Would u still be happy if being together is out of the shackles of responsibiliy rather than love?
我们都彼此都在欺骗自己，
频频地解释我们美好的未来还未曾开始。
其实它早已结束。
原来我们都是下错站的可怜人。
dedicated to pple who loved and still loves.
Fri nite is the mood for love.
I was actually penning my thoughts down beforehand at an ungodly time of 330am on a lonely bus ride home with 3 other lonely souls. The first one was the bus driver, indian. He's lonely. The second one was a balding middle aged man who looked forlorn and ancient for his age. He's lonely. The tird one was a doe-eyed gal who's around the same age as mi sitting by the window and listening to her music player. She's lonely. Inspired by people and events, Miss Beni is in the mood for love again.
其实离开也是一种说不出的温柔。。
如果我不再牵你的手时，
你是否会在下一个十字路口迷失你原来的方向呢？
我不忍心，
所以我走不开。
可是爱不该是这样。
Would u still be happy if being together is out of the shackles of responsibiliy rather than love?
我们都彼此都在欺骗自己，
频频地解释我们美好的未来还未曾开始。
其实它早已结束。
原来我们都是下错站的可怜人。
dedicated to pple who loved and still loves.
Fri nite is the mood for love.
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