All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

~J.R.R. Tolkien

Sunday, April 08, 2012

保重

无奈、无奈。如果、明明、偏偏、究竟。
那天夜晚,脑中不断重复,不断重复。
到后来,一切好像又恢复正常。
但微笑过后,突然又悲伤起来,然后好像没事,又悲伤起来。
有些人感受不到,有些人感受最深,有些人不知该怎么办。

吃饭时想着、喝水时想着、看电视时想着,如果、如果。这些真的很讽刺,你明明正在做一些不痛不痒的事,你的情绪却没放过你。
真的,日子还是得过。只能哀悼,想念、想象。

没人知道因果会把你带到哪里,所以,时时刻刻警惕自己,一点也不苛刻。

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