杨二娃

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395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:47:55 GMT

When will the moon be clear and bright?

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:57:06 GMT

When will the moon be clear and bright?
With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky.
I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.
I'd like to ride the wind to fly home.
Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions are much too high and cold for me.
Dancing with my moon-lit shadow,
It does not seem like the human world.

The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors,Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge,
Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart?
People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart,
The moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane,
This has been going on since the beginning of time.
May we all be blessed with longevity Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.

sorry Queensberry

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 10:55:59 GMT

I can´t help but wonder how
I would be feeling if
I wasn´t here right now
I finally decided
I don´t need another reason
for leaving you

I laid you clothes out on the bed
don´t wanna see you here again
put your keys through the letterbox
and just walk away

Refrain :
You always get the best of me
your lies and your apologies
can´t understand what made me so weak
well you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need
see it don´t matter what you do
cos i already know we´re through
if it ain´t feeling right what´s the use
so you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need

You can save those crocodile tears
Ain´t no point, tacking back, what you said
cos i don´t want to hear it no more
I´m justified in feeling this way. Ooh yeah

Reafrain :
You always get the best of me
your lies and your apologies
can´t understand what made me so weak
well you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need
see it don´t matter what you do
cos i already know we´re through
if it ain´t feeling right what´s the use
so you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need

Bridge :
Forget about the two of us
the picture my mind drew of us
was just a world that i had made belive

so you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need

Refrain :
You always get the best of me
your lies and your apologies
can´t understand what made me so weak
well you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need
see it don´t matter what you do
cos i already know we´re through
if it ain´t feeling right what´s the use
so you could try to plea
but sorry is a word that you´ll never need

Home

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:27:32 GMT

The so-called home, is just a feeling a one's heart.
Thought have found my desity yet i didn't realise things attached to feeling, could always be described as "subtly changing".

raining

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:23:13 GMT

Raining season always makes people thinking. And to those literators raining is something of romantic. i'm no means of a literator but also feel comfortable when it rains in such humid summer days.
The world return so clean again yet how can people's hearts return clean once they has dust on them?

Make your own kind of music

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 14:12:40 GMT

--MAMA CASS

Nobody can tell ya;
There's only one song worth singin'.
They may try and sell ya,
'cause it hangs them up
to see somone like you.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sing along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You're gonna be knowing
the loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along.

沉

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 13:04:08 GMT

season changes
and the trees have all changed their costumes once again
ups
downs
going with the flow of life

losing
gaining
are still repeating

happiness
and sorrow
were all gone like the cereus bloomed last night

寒来暑往
树妆又易
辗转
蹉跎
随人生的浪

失去的
捉住的
仍然流转

悲欢离合
喜笑怒骂
都随昨夜昙花掠过

marriage

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 11:42:46 GMT

I got married for all the wrong reasons, I mean my wife didn’t turn out to be everything I imagined she be. I just wanted to end everything. There’s no such thing as the perfect soul mate. If u meet someone u think they’re perfect, u better run as fast as u can in other direction. ‘coz yer soul mate is the person they pushes all yer buttons, pissing u off on a regular basis, and makes u face yerself.

It’s not easy having a good marriage, but I don’t want easy. Easy doesn’t make u grow, easy doesn’t make u think. I thank God every day that I marry to a woman that makes me think. That’s my definition of true love.

tomo

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 11:20:40 GMT

i can never get efficient message on a certain topic when i talk to tomo, one of my msn friend

right at the begining of 2009

395740263@qq.com(杨二娃) — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 11:17:25 GMT

when i was young i just took everything i can get and never asked why. to me, the whole world's so simple that everything can be judged as either right or wrong. when i gradually get mature, different thing just came to me all at once. some r so new to me and these complicated grown up thing make my life just as complex as can be and sometimes i made wrong decisions.
i can be called coward. but even a coward must keep making some decisions to really get their life going. and once made, most decisions can not be changed and helped. a second false decision thus made to keep up with and suppose to make the first decision more decent. but this's really a dangerous thing, one's life thus be messed up and ruined.
agony grows.