没有悲剧也没有幸运
每一个选择都在自己的手掌
去爱 去恨
幸福了，喜欢了
痛心了，后悔了
天有阴沉有明媚
想要嚎叫的时候，觉得世界好可恶
回到现实
并没有太大的改变
走着自己的路，有自己的喜好
不能拿自己的标准要求别人，估计别人
迷恋了，那份独特，那种不安
知道了后果还是那样走
没有可爱和欢笑
注定伤悲，却没有原因
也去真实得体味一番
没有谁规定结局一定是美丽
逃了 避了
最终也是条人生的路
如果真的是悲剧就让他哀怨吧
别伤了那份纯粹
2008年4月14日
"Pure Memorial"
No tragedy, no luck,
Every choice is in one's own hands,
To love, to hate,
Happy, liked,
Heartbroken, regretted.
The sky has gloom and brightness,
When wanting to howl, the world feels .
Returning to reality,
Nothing has changed much.
Walking one's own path, having one's own preferences,
Can't demand others by one's own standards—guessing the loved one,
Whether they understand their heart.
Infatuated with that uniqueness, that unease,
Knowing the consequences, still walking that way.
No cuteness or laughter,
Destined for sorrow, yet no reason,
Also going to truly experience it.
No one stipulates the ending must be beautiful.
Fled, avoided,
In the end, it's also a life path.
If it's really a tragedy, let it lament,
Don't hurt that purity.
April 14, 2008
