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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Butterfly in my tender hands

Being happy alone isn't happiness,
Smiling by myself merely shows emptiness.
How could I have been so careless?
Was I wrong to release such beauty from my fingers' caress?
If you were that fluttering butterfly,
Delicate wings with feelers so dry.
Would you have enjoyed the warmth of my hand more?
Or detest me for making your wings sore?
Your loneliness spurs my heart's longing,
The breeze provides little consolation,
You fly forward in search of better flowers,
Rowing across the ocean filled with swirling waters,
A lone man follows behind as your protector.
But his dilemmas are no better.
Fear of crushing you in my palms,
Letting you go, I have no qualms.
Each of us shall retreat into our own realms...
Heartbreak Cliff
Upon Heartbreak Cliff,
Our promises lay engraved on a gleaming rock.
Our love leaves behind its traces as only myths,
I remember that day as a sky with pure white doves in flocks.
My first love had sparked here,
My first kiss happened here,
I made the most important decision of my life here,
But that very hope was also crushed,
Here.
Standing upon the edge this time,
The feeling was truly different.
Had I not ended this earlier,
The eventual conclusion would have been no less similar.
My love was not to be worthy enough,
Allowed myself an uneasy cough.
Can almost feel my legs being lifted off.
I closed my eyes,
I jumped off Heartbreak Cliff.
End~
Really felt like scribbling something down, no matter even if I was writing down nonsense. Haven't been myself recently. Or am I always like this? Never mind, try and let it pass.
Came across Genie Zhuo Wen Xuan's songs recently. What an angelic voice, absolutely mesmerising. There's this one difference between male and female singers, male singers can sometimes be more expressive in their voices, but the vocals of females have this unique way of soothing you. And don't even get me started on her looks. Whew.
Finally, it's time for games in tomorrow's P.E lesson. It's my first time in months! I miss sports and games...


Being happy alone isn't happiness,
Smiling by myself merely shows emptiness.
How could I have been so careless?
Was I wrong to release such beauty from my fingers' caress?
If you were that fluttering butterfly,
Delicate wings with feelers so dry.
Would you have enjoyed the warmth of my hand more?
Or detest me for making your wings sore?
Your loneliness spurs my heart's longing,
The breeze provides little consolation,
You fly forward in search of better flowers,
Rowing across the ocean filled with swirling waters,
A lone man follows behind as your protector.
But his dilemmas are no better.
Fear of crushing you in my palms,
Letting you go, I have no qualms.
Each of us shall retreat into our own realms...
Heartbreak Cliff
Upon Heartbreak Cliff,
Our promises lay engraved on a gleaming rock.
Our love leaves behind its traces as only myths,
I remember that day as a sky with pure white doves in flocks.
My first love had sparked here,
My first kiss happened here,
I made the most important decision of my life here,
But that very hope was also crushed,
Here.
Standing upon the edge this time,
The feeling was truly different.
Had I not ended this earlier,
The eventual conclusion would have been no less similar.
My love was not to be worthy enough,
Allowed myself an uneasy cough.
Can almost feel my legs being lifted off.
I closed my eyes,
I jumped off Heartbreak Cliff.
End~
Really felt like scribbling something down, no matter even if I was writing down nonsense. Haven't been myself recently. Or am I always like this? Never mind, try and let it pass.
Came across Genie Zhuo Wen Xuan's songs recently. What an angelic voice, absolutely mesmerising. There's this one difference between male and female singers, male singers can sometimes be more expressive in their voices, but the vocals of females have this unique way of soothing you. And don't even get me started on her looks. Whew.
Finally, it's time for games in tomorrow's P.E lesson. It's my first time in months! I miss sports and games...
