再一次的告别

光阴似箭，不知不觉再不久今年就会成为历史了... 思今追昔，虽念高三，却失去了一大班好知己，忆起如黄粱一梦般的经历，感叹... 以往与一些朋友的每一次告别时，却没料到其实就是真正的告别的临近。有人说人生如一场梦，若一颗流星相当于一个愿望，那天上夜空中的星星就是回忆，美丽的传说始终为传说，但它却能带给我们寄托；告别后，以往的回忆只能待回味；破晓后仍然是生命里的新的起绽...

对于明年离开中华的朋友，千言万语说之不尽，惟独那一句：再见！！！

梦谈

浓浓的夜色，带动着丝丝的冷却，蓝夜吊挂着巨大的影子，遮盖了地上而形成暗漆漆一片，农夫归家，小贩收档，孩子进房，狗儿也进入甜梦中了... 弯弯雪白的月亮，凄清的夜空... 宁静...

夜梦，每半小时更换改变，有人说梦是记载着人生的记忆；有人说梦是明天的预兆；也有人说梦是人生的思念；当然，有人同意，也有人否认... 不同的内容，不同的意思，很多时候让人半途中从梦惊醒，朦胧了好一阵子，才认得回自己...

夜梦的结束，便是人生新的旅程，新一天开始，很多时候都无法想起前一晚的梦；不过也有些时候，深刻地印象却也让人不断回想着... 梦，出现的回忆、情景、甚至是完全的陌生人...

终究从回忆

云层... 我仰首凝望你，好像发现... 你似悲伤地飘着，渐渐地飘走离开，不留任何痕迹，尽管怎样，你总是泰然自若地沉着，是你闲情逸致的，还是说谎的假扮。

猛烈的太阳，将地上的所有一草一木、大型小型汽车、如瀑布般流着汗的行人的影子拉得长长，萧然蠕动...

一阵阵的风儿，我为此停歇半响，四处的宁静，让我静静的聆听风儿的流动，小心翼翼，它似在告诉着所有真相，似怂恿着未来的预兆... 风吹落了最后一片叶，也渐渐地告别了，独自完成剩下的工作，诗意儿美丽，却残酷。

终究，从回忆中慢慢穿越，我也无法明白这一切...

有机

彩虹去了，有再出现的时候；嫩叶枯了，有再青的时候；樱花谢了，有再开的时候。却，机会为什么一去不复返？

空虚里算著，上千多机会已经从我手中溜走，命运所安排的良机... 却与我擦身而过；就好比一玉石扔进蓝海中，除了那么的一声水声，影子也渐渐消失；再也不会回归。

如一场梦般的纸牌游戏，好运给了你完美一盘，却不珍惜而忽略了，到头来也成为懊悔，命运也似在渐渐地摇头微笑，就只记载着‘辛酸’。这是个聪明的经验，却又是一个愚蠢的事实...

望着一次又一次的机会擦身离去，渐渐远去...

顿时醒悟了，原来由始至终我仍然站在歧路中摸黑，碰触不了一切照顾，我只能希望... 现在不会太迟...

Yesterday A Hero. Today A Legend.

'Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.' James Dean (1931-1955)

'When I die, my money's not gonna come with me. My movies will live on for people to judge what I was as a person. I just want to stay curious.' Heath Ledger (1979-2008)

'Wanting to be somebody else is a waste of the person you are.' 'I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.' Kurt Cobain (1967-1994)

如果两种人，一种是拥有短暂但辉煌的生命，另一种是拥有既长寿又满足的生活的话，你会选择做哪一种？？？

人，可能可以预算自己的未来多灿烂，但却不能预算自己能否好好享受这些‘灿烂’。世事难料，对一些人，可能短暂的生命中能完成所有愿望，或许下一刻他就撒手人世，已足够。

死，不一定可能最痛苦；走向白光可能也总比在恐怖的黑暗中徘徊得好；

有几个艺人，一生中只有短暂的生活，但却留给人世无尽的思念，人虽然不存在，但寄托却仍然旋转在世上的每一个角落，就如成为不朽般

最伤心的是，就是活生生时却被世人遗忘；所以宁愿选择离开人世，完成最后一场英雄梦

some one else moved in from far away.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,

we used to love while others used to play.

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,

some one else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry come first of May.

The apple tree that grew for you and me, I watched the apples falling one by one.

And I recall the moment of them all, the day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

and you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry come first of May.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,

do do do do do do do do do...

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by, some one else moved in from far away.

二等天使

预试也派完了；心也渐渐重了；SPM也近在眼前了；不是小孩子玩泥沙般那么儿戏；

意想不到，这样在中华就快过了五年了；最近，不知道为什么，SPM愈靠近，感觉在中华时间好像不多了；每一次坐在自己的位子上，头情不自禁往右转看，望着窗外的一草一木，青青的每一片叶子，活泼的鸟儿飞跃，蔚蓝的天空，微弱的阳光还有些低阴的乌云，自己不知不觉就好像回想起自己在中华的以往一切；从报考中华到第一次年中/终大考，从第一次大考到PMR/初中统考，从PMR/初中统考到留级补考，留级补考也就到了现在的SPM，感觉好像那么的昨天才发生。每一幕都不断在脑海中播映。

其实自己还没有那股心情高二毕业，并不习惯脱离中华的日子，但其实自己也清楚高三与大学的不同点；高二毕业不一定是坏，但继续在中华也不可能是弊；总之就是个关键的决定

You always say the things

I can believe in

Always say the things

I wanna hear I believe them all - the stories short and tall

I believe you, ya I believe you

You give me love

When love is all I need to live

You gave your word, when words were just superlative

When I was blind, you came and opened up my eyes

Now I feel I can believe in anything

You taught me how to fly on broken wings

You always do the things I can depend on

You're always there every night and day

Everytime i've fallen down - you've always been around

To lift me up again

To set me straight again

Sometimes I find myself on my own

And can't find the road that leads me back home

But you made believe I can do anything

Even fly on broken wings