生活在别处—How’ve you been? How’ve you been, my dear friends? Still struggle for over time payment or waiting for that call which you know will never comes? How’ve you been, my dear friends? Do you spend enough time to be with the ones love you most or those you love the most? How’ve you been, my dear friends? Got a chance to recall that lovely song we sang together in the rain or already buried those good memories by your slim fingers… What we have in the past is always too fragile to pick up as a whole, because it only belongs where it begins. I’ll feel cold when come across the devastation, and you are standing on the edge of desperation. We started to doubt everything unknown, just because this world is full of deception without soul. Once now and then, I’ll trap in this dilemma and don’t know how to figure out, when the innocence becomes something can cause battle, and they all try to convince me to stop believing in anyone else and let them in. We build up hope until the cataclysm rain is falling down, we persuade ourselves to establish the faith once again until it’s been proven thoroughly crushed all over the place. Down one more time, falling apart one more time, and be taken one more time, we will be wiser, stronger, and less care no matter what. So I think I need some fresh air to breathe in as giving the reason why I’m livin’, and I also need some motivation to keep going on because I don’t see why I’m still there and having these in mind. Some just want me to learn tactics to be sophisticated, and that seems the hardest I can ever manage. What is wrong with living simple and love simple, why should everyone fight brutally to reach the crown way to out of the league, and have to sort out the answers no matter how unrealistic they are. That is just the hypocritical world we live in, and surrounding by those mean geeks who see themselves bigger than everything else. I feel sad for them, and I really do if I got time to think about them. This so called “civilization” is sinking, because we hardly let the emerging generation find the authentic virtue among humankind, not to mention plant the seeds of kindness will grow inside… I’m drunk again but feel release of drowning in wine, because the wounds will not be pain when sober is gone. No more strength to fight, and no more reason to hang on, just standing there and watch the show, cause I’ve used to the way of hurt. How’ve you been, my dear friends, are you ready to face this loaded gun…called love?
