Tag: Fish Leung

I wanted to forget someone by not contacting anymore
but she is released by time
togather and apart, the bitterness is real
the contentment is also so real.

I don’t love you now, so I don’t hate you.
When I let it go I began to understand.
Only me myself can cage myself.
The transit toward liberty is called give up.

The grown-ups, are those who keep growing.
Trying to heal old scars
the more it re-grows the more it is complete.

The grown-ups, are those who drink tears as their wine.
those who don’t let fortune-teller be accurate.
those in times of desperate who are fragile and also strong.

I no longer moan and so I can be humorous now.
I no longer resist and so I am now sensitive.
But the moment the complex mix of feelings comes, I almost brust,
is when you said you’re wrong.

The grown-ups, also want to be loved.
They carry their burdens
looking for someone who come to hug and to care.

The grown-ups, are also naughty.
Their souls are restless
They want their lives colourful and thus play fire
but are badly burnt…

Finished. It seems I have spoken all my words.
We are silent, sitting, looking at each other.
Our eyes look like the darkness of the sky.

Love is stubborn. The more I love, the more stubborn I am.
I don’t believe what I have seen.
I don’t think it is a crack, it is only a wrinkle.

Why did the one who were more passionate has first become cold.
The one who were slow to warm up is now so hot.
Time is running fast, you turn as you wish.
I’m so slow to cool down myself. It is torturing.

You are too fast to react, never listen to my call to stay.
This world is however so big that you have to explore.
The romantic memories are your tenderness, but also make me cry.

I take you hand. I pretend it has not happened.
But you are like a marionette.
You are so cruel. I feel like the future of our story has been told.

Love is no match for charaters.
What hurts is I still want you.
Helpless. I still remember the moment of our crush.