What is love?
I can't feel anything. Except hate.
I write songs, songs that sound nice, with DEEP words, except they mean nothing to me.
I have inspiration but they are empty. There's no connection.
I've been hurt too many times that I feel nothing,
it's sadistic to want to feel hurt anyway.
I am independent and does not need anyone except God in my life. Friends are welcome but not necessary, you know.
寒蝉之音,心的呐喊,凄切交响乐
我愿夜晚,不至长亭,却被拒绝
风雨之后,微弱暮光,初照你容颜
千杯不醉,麻痹不了,对你的眷恋。
我只想和你留恋于此处,
为什么船夫催,我留不住
握紧你的手,却发现双眼朦胧
千言万语,难以沟通
一想到离别路途遥远,江上一望无际的烟雾
灰色胧障阻挡我看不到的未来。
多情自古最伤的离别,莫非这感觉。
这冷落凄切的秋天,这心碎我受不了。
当今昔的痴醉蒸发了,我又会在哪睡
又是孤单月光照着被冷风吹倒的杨柳。
没有你的岁月还在流,多美好我不管
喜怒哀乐欲语不言,缺知己来倾谈。
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