Cooking soup alone at home is what I do best
I don’t make the best soups, but it is the best of all the things I can do.
Which says something, doesn’t it.
My journey in life consists of me going out there, running around blindly and getting in the way of people. Not knowing what I want helps.
When I’m hurt, I have no right to feel sorry for myself. I deserve it, most of the time.
Some people’s roles are doers, and some are watchers. Me? I’m a leaver.
Nothing is forgiving, except the little ball of fur next to my feet, the little harmless Maro.
最后一班悬浮火车
满载悬在空气中的不舍
我们却像陌路旅客
在月台分开站着毫无牵扯
现在的我能说甚么
徘徊你们之间的流浪者
说决定心是给你的
却要你给我留下来的许可
我只想再哭一下下
把记忆彻底地分化
等哭完我就会回家
眼泪我会替自己擦
我只想再哭一下下
假如你不反对的话
Emo-ness. James, where are you?
