借一把锈锁,锈住这一切曾经美好的点滴.

存一眶未淌的泪水,润一润那斑驳的记忆.

如果不能 ,不能强迫自己全部都忘记

那么, 就请让一阵秋风扫过

扫尽我所有来过的痕迹.

 

如果

在我生命最璀璨的时候错过了我

那么

就请在我行将腐烂的时候

让风吹干我的眼泪

把我做成书签

将我永远封存在

去年盛夏的日记里。。。

those roses are in my backyard garden,
i took them with my new s3 as test shot in supermacro mode

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Some say love is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love is a flower,
and you are the only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.

 

 有人说爱是轻抚芦苇的小河
有人说爱是一把剪刀,将你的灵魂剥离出血
有人说爱是饥渴,是无尽的需索
我说爱是玫瑰
是你洒下的唯一的种子

它是害怕受伤的心
它是不愿醒来的梦
它仿佛什么也不能给予我
却永远不会从我的身边溜走
它害怕凋零,尽管它好像从未有过鲜活的生命

当黑夜的落寞洒满悠长的路
当你想像爱是唯一的幸福和力量
请记得厚厚积雪下的冬天深埋的愿望
把种子洒进爱的阳光
当春天来临
它会长成一朵娇艳的花
如此美丽蓬勃
by  风轻语

I start to like photography now, i will post more, they are shot by my Nikon D70