Yearning is a kind of sickness
Sunday, November 18, 2007
When you are on the other side of the mountains and hills, there’s no end to my lonely road
In a lifetime how many times are you too late in discovering you’ve already lost what’s most important to youSudden realizations are long gone, why is it only after making mistakes that you’re willing to believe that you are the one who was wrong
They say that’s just life, you have to try and learn from experience
Try enduring falling tears or you’ll hide yourself away from the feelings you should have
I can’t plead with the world to stop turning, I know avoidance isn’t useful at all
It’s just that right now, especially at night, I’ll still think of things that are hard to forgetI think my yearning is a kind of sickness, for so long I haven’t been able to recover from itWhen you are on the other side of the mountains and hills, there’s no end to my lonely roadI often think I feel you breathing behind my ears, but I’ve never felt the breath of your deepest thoughts
Frantically forgetting that the people beside us need love and concern, excuses always increase the distance between usUnwittingly, unknowingly, we’re always busy complaining and disobeying, yet we’re unwilling to look back and examine ourselves
Thinking of what foolish things we’ve actually done, perhaps it’s God testing me
It’s just that this wound requires a bit of time, it’s just that I yearn for everything that has passed
Those people and things are far from me, and we eventually will also find distance turned to memories
For how long have you not said I love you, for how long have you not embraced the people you loveWhen this world is no longer so lovely, only love can make things betterI believe, it’s still not too late, ignore those constant disruptionsDon’t make unhappy things stop your progress, I’m just afraid you won’t speak, just afraid you won’t actDon't let the regret continue, it’s still not too late Labels: Thoughts
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