黑咖啡 · 白砂糖

黑咖啡 · 白砂糖

妳是我的咖啡，
我是妳的砂糖。
妳性格堅強，
我喜歡浪漫。
妳給予我感覺，
我為妳去調味。

但愛喝咖啡的人不會放砂糖，
愛吃甜的人也不會喝黑咖啡。
若要把我放左妳心裡，
妳的冷卻溶化不了我。
我只會在早上需要妳，
妳總不需在晚上找我。

What's My Secret Identity?

What's my secret identity?

There is an extra heartbeat, but where did it come from? It's not the caffeine that caused me the extra beat. I don't want to dig deep; because I don't want to discover a whole new side of me, again.

There is a way to find out: I am sober when I am drunk. What I mean is, I know what I want when there is confusion in my head. Then why do I have to drink the coffee in the morning? Because I am trying to lie to myself. I am keeping myself awake so I can convince myself that I am dreaming too much.

But, what's my secret identity?
Dug from www.weibo.com/thenumber16

What's my secret identity: I had myself grounded in a box, I got out of it... But it was just another bigger box.

What's my secret identity: Everything starts from number 16, sixteen only...

What's my secret identity: What a song tells about me.

What's my secret identity: I don't have an answer to myself.

What's my secret identity: I don't tell you what to do, I inspire you.

What's my secret identity: How pathetic I really am. I just want a permanent identity.

What's my secret identity: It all happened so quick, I can't remember. I think someone may know my identity, but they are not telling me at the moment. I better hide my secret personality. Day 258 - 1:56am, Thursday.

What's my secret identity: We behave differently, but we all look the same.

What's my secret identity: Time can kill me. Running into the opposite direction is the only way to survive.

What's my secret identity: There are bullet size holes on my fingers. I can't sense.

What's my secret identity: Civil war part 3; Branched apple tree. Smile is the weapon of fools.

What's my secret identity: Civil war part II, elimination. Intelligent side extinct with dignity.

What's my secret identity, Chapter Seven: Civil war between personalities.

What's my secret identity: I want my secret hidden.

What's my secret identity: The blue eyes within you; the blues feeling within my heart.

What' my secret identity: Spinning with one direction, only

What' my secret identity: I want to be able to escape gravity

What's my secret identity: Please stop questioning myself

What's my secret identity: I would sometimes fear myself

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忘羊補牢，未為晚也… 是嗎？

羊，看到牢棚穿了一個洞，便離開了『羊群』。牠，探索了牢以外的世界… 思想也不同了。羊，有天覺得悶了，所以想回到牢裏… 牢棚卻被牧羊人修補過，洞，也消失。不能送進去的牠，卻笑牢裏的『羊群』昰被困住的，沒有自由的…『羊群』卻反笑了那羊，便說：「你看，我們共你活在同一天空下，活在同一草原上。我們共你就是隔著了一個圍欄，但不同的就只是活在一個比我們更大的牢外。那塊較大空間你用得完嗎？」羊，一直沉默… 『羊群』繼續說：「現在雖是春天，但冬天一定會到… 我們還能圍在一起取暖、你呢？一個感到冷嗎？外面的一草一物懂說話嗎？」

Kinda the first draft of a new song

(Verse 1)

                              G

It’s a beautiful day […]

          C

It’s a [beautiful] day….

           Em              

I was [sitting] under the tree,

Am

[Looking] at the Sunset….

(Verse 2)

                   G

And I was [thinkin’] of you,

                           C

I was thinkin of [you…]

               Em

I hope I [was] the one to you,

 Am

[And] you were the one to you,,

G

But [that] ain’t the truth,

       G7

But [that] ain’t the truth…

(Bridge)

   

(Chorus)

         C                               Em

Cos [I], I want to say good[bye],

                            Am

I hate it when you [cry],,

         F                           G

Cos [it] would ache my [heart]..

        C                                 Em

And [I], I love it when you [smile],,

                                   Am

I would cherish every [moment].

                                F                    G

But that was in the [past],,

                              C

It’s never coming [back]..

A dream is a dream

I got onto a plane, searching for my pre-booked seat, but the airhostess told me: "I am sorry, our plane is full. I am afraid you will have to leave the aircraft." So I left the airport and bought myself a train ticket. I got onto an empty train, found myself a seat by the window. The train manager told me: "I am sorry sir, our train terminates here. I am afraid you will have to exit the train." I got frustrated, so I got myself onto a taxi. I told the driver my destination, but then he told me: "I am sorry sir, your destination is too far. I am afraid I can't take you there." I exited the vehicle walked myself into the town. I tried to ask the people the way to my destination but they didn't speak my language. I tried to learn and understand their words. It was taking too long, I did not bother anymore. So I bought myself a map. I searched for my destination but it wasn't on the map. I began to question myself: " How am I going to get there? What is the point in getting there? Does it even exist?" I was puzzled but not nervous. I was tired but not hungered. I was upset but tearless. I closed my eye and it was dark. Not even a dim of light was shone into my eyes. I began to feel, to sense and to hear. The wind was cold, just like summer had never been existed. The ground was rough and dry, just like the soil had never been watered. The place was deadly quiet, just like no one had ever been existed. Then I opened my eyes, but the place remained dark. I found myself lying down on a soft bed. I looked at my digital clock and it was three in the morning. I was sweating because the heater was turned on to the full power. The radio was turned on and it was playing my favorite song. I now know I was only dreaming. I tried to think what was in the dream, but I can't. I tried to remember the destination that I was looking for, and I failed. One thing I know about my dream, it was unreal... Yes, it is unreal... A dream is a dream. 

我不需要一杯紅酒

做人是應該活過，還是要活得精彩過？用無限期的時間出一點力去改變世界，會是值得嗎…想去感受世界每個貧窮的角落，把貧富拉近，讓知識傳播。要顧慮的不是生命，卻是家人。用一顆生命去換和平與愛的起點，人們會覺得我是偉大還是浪費時間？我不想只是活得精彩，我想活過、感受過、改變過。和平與愛不是我們的革命，而是我們應有的信念。所以我也希望他們活過！

若有天我瘋了

若有天我瘋了，請不要怕，也不要離開我…因我會怕孤單，請不要以歧視的眼光望著我…請靜心的對我說：『你不再是平時的零一六，但你只要克服，零一六是會回來的！』　我已抗戰了很久，意志也用得七七八八…　不知還能撐得多久。