Triangle

Limonata, tinkling glass, window light.

In a triangle,
One can only travel between two points at any given time.
One point will always be, left out.
But does it matter?
After all,
Its about the journey and not the destination.

今夜

我想今夜就这样吧
就算孤独也无所谓
也许有一天
你开始后悔
会不会

Transient

檫肩而过

Remnants

The Remains of the day

All that remains after a conversation over coffee. For me, the coffee shop has always been a place of exchange, coming and going. We take what we want and we leave behind that which was not ours to begin with. The exchange, be it ideas, banter, feelings affects us in a way that caffeine alone can never hope to accomplish. What we choose to take with us is a choice be it conscious or not, a decision that indicates preference, just like when we ordered the cuppa. Life was simpler when there was only coffee black or white.

"But that doesn't mean to say, of course, there aren't occasions now and then - extremely desolate occasions - when you think to yourself: 'What a terrible mistake I've made with my life'. And you get to thinking about a different life, a better life you might have had. For instance, I get to thinking about a life I may have had with you, Mr Stevens. And I suppose that's when I get angry about some trivial little thing and leave. But each time I do, I realize before long - my rightful place is with my husband. After all, there's no turning back the clock now. One can't be forever dwelling on what might have been.'
~Kazuo Ishiguro

:(

Verschränkung

Observer effect

Three at a triangle coffee shop.
I observed whilst being observed.
All at work. Only my point of view.

Stars

Lights will guide you home

Looking back,
I too feel older. Older but wiser.
Wisdom seems to have come,
at the expense of happiness.
Because ignorance is bliss.

Markings

Isfahan, Naqsh-e Jahan

Humans are to a large extent materialist, constantly on the lookout for tangibles and signs. We make markings, insignias of origin and originality. Because we are afraid that we will be forgotten by those we care for. We seek solace in things that we can hold on to. Because we fear losing more than the loss. We have grown deaf to the unspoken word and blind to the intangible. A parcel arrived for me yesterday and its arrival made me smile. I am only human.

Essence

Time is of the Essence

Everything I want seems out of reach;
Even time,
Even sleep.

D-Day

烟火

躲在黑暗的角落让我彻底的放松
陪我看一场华丽的烟火
我的爱如此短暂自由
除了你没有人真正了解我

站在城市的顶峰灰色的云朵飘过
我的心随著你垂直的降落
做过的梦是一阵漩涡
淹没你淹没了我

2

躺在你的衣柜

我把它摆在我的房间
它曾经被你暂时借给谁
它现在静静的躺在我的衣柜
我的冬天就要来了

3

太多

喜欢一个人孤独的时刻
但不能喜欢太多
在地铁站或美术馆
孤独像睡眠一样喂养我
以永无止境的坠落
需要音乐取暖
喜欢一个人孤独的时刻
但不能喜欢太多

喜欢一个喝着红酒的女孩
在下雨音乐奏起的时候
把她送上铁塔
给全世界的人写明信片
像一只鸟在最高的地方
歌声嘹嘹
喜欢一个喝着红酒的女孩
但不能喜欢太多

4

慢歌

你说:"你不懂我的温柔"
我猜你不懂我对爱的要求
寂寞谁不会有
但至少我愿分担你的忧愁
我也想在大街上牵你的手
主动的追求
责任抛在脑后
回忆谁不会有
它每天每夜温柔的压痛了我
寂寞谁不会有
冲动谁不会有
重要的是'你懂我'
哭红的眼睛'为什么'
回忆谁不会有
犯错谁不会有
重要的是你和我
美丽的相遇对爱不保留
错误的相爱不愿再放手