Pains me.
But clearly not as much.
Like the first stain on your nice new shirt, immediately, you scream, you wash, you rub, you regret and you grief. Then comes the second, and the third. You reacted the same, but at a slower pace and to a smaller extent.
Later there comes another one, but you'd not know whether it's the forth or the fifth as you'd not be counting, because, you just don't care.
Somewhat the same as the first scratch on your cellphone or camera. And too, for your dear closed ones.
Shall I feel no pain, I'll be standing free before you. Though the despicable will dare not to look.
finally.
回覆刪除you can deeply understand what i feel during the time you were in japan and the reason why i do wanna leave in jun.
how lonely it is when nobody understand.