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Some said it on the sky,

Some said it lost in the space.

Going round and round,

seeking for disengagement.
Its like wandering in a labyrinth,

there is no ways to exclude from it.

Swallowed up in the Dark.

Is it past? pain? hate? Or even love?
Thought finally reached the ground.

Another moment, it is just another compartment.

Compartment of another jungle,

where you never exempt yourself.

For once, a dimmed light of hope shine upon you.

Its wasn't that strong, but it is strong enough for u to survive.

But survive from what?

Couldn't see the relevance of the hope that i am grasping for.

Its just another cycle after all.

People claim that

people are strong.

That's a lie.

Don't you agree?

舞台

最近很忙，忙到没有时间停下来好好让自己思考一下。
或许应该说让自己好好反省。
工作嘛，遇到了人际上的问题。
有时候，当自己一直在评论别人的不好，可能我也不必别人好。
做人很难，难就难在我们都追求完美。
可是完美真的存在吗？到底什么才是完美？
盲目的追啊追，到头来连自己也迷失了自己。
有人说，人生说人生像一部戏，每个人都扮演着属于自己的舞台剧。
演得好，别人会说是你应该的。演得不好，那就是你活该。
人生真的很残酷，没有人会看到你在舞台背后的付出。
甚至也不能保证有人会真的留意在看你的表演。
有人说，演好你自己，对得起自己就好。
可是又有多少人能做到呢？
大道理，我们都懂。但，懂了又怎样？
现实改变不了，你扮演得真的还是你自己吗？
你的舞台表达的是你想表达的？
还是你在表达别人想要你表达的？
如果人生真的如此，我希望我扮演的是一名观众。
静静的倾听别人如何述说着他们的故事，
好好的观赏现实如何讽刺着他们的故事。
人生，可笑吧。

Cross roads

The shortest distance
Between two points
Is the line
From me to you

Feet turning black
Is this the path we must walk?
No turning back
Wish I could just hear you talk

Can something like this be pulled
From under our feet?
Leaving our skin
And burning coals to meet

Tell me now.