The boy who sells bread and the girl who buys bread, everyday.

Her day:
the next page
need to start the day earlier
stopped by the usual shop
looked eagerly
but grabbed the same bun
paid
gone

His day:
the recognition
our eyes met
some more words were said
in my part
maybe she did not realize
received
gone

Where are you, my old friend?

我们
都是在
被生活
逼着长大
逼着成长
可是
有多少人会在意
在不知不觉中
我们都忘记了
自己曾是小孩
自己曾拥有一份童真
那份童真
现在被遗忘在那里
那个转角后的自己
已不再是那个当初的自己
那个决定不再依赖他人的自己
那个连哭都偷偷摸摸的自己
那个事事瞻前顾后的自己
这么多个自己
我却寻觅不了
那个当初
只喜欢笑的自己。

My child, be careful of what you wish for.

be careful of what you wish for
real hardcore life lesson
it taught me hard
not to wish and yearn for that unnecessary thing
it might eat you up
at the end of the day
and you would sit there and regret
for all you know
you really should not wish for that
now you get what you want
but in different colour
different tone

a dream came...but not true

it always end in this way
every time i liked to fantasize after that
even that one line
could make me think so much
and the worst came
when i was having the wonderful moment in my dream
just a little bit
a little bit more
give me a little bit more
but my clock struck the Cinderella hour
and I woke up when I was advancing
towards the ending
I hoped
but I could not get what I hoped
maybe it might be this way too
in reality
pathetic but so real