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A SEASON'S PLAY
life's like a canvas.
we are all each given one to fill it up as we wish.
how colourful. how monotonous.
how complicated. how simple.
how bright and cheery. how dull and dark.
we decide the outcome that we paint onto our canvas.



as time clears away d stubbornness of d heart,
i wish i will erase ur name that i've written on my canvas
but if i had not had chosen to in-script ur name onto it,
i would never have learned d face of inverse reciprocation.
- that not everything that's given outta a true heart,
meets with a fairy tale ending and a happily everafter.


someone once told me that u're too deep.
it's dangerous to associate w someone w no known depth.
i've learned that it is true.
u're sucked to the depths in a whirlpool, hoping it will
lead u to the bottom but the bottom never hits.
u're knocked blue n bruised until u decide to pull urself out.


回想起那一切的一切，
听着他们和我说着你的故事，
淡淡的。渐渐的。退出了你的世界。





we shall just be two beautiful strangers.

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