Tugging on a Broken String
Sometimes I wonder where you are, what you are doing, who are you with… and sometimes I wonder if you’re even still breathing. Again, I come back to the age old question, which has been bothering me for quite sometimes.. why do we have to make choices?
To move forward? or backward maybe, in some cases. to have to sacrifice something in order to get something else.
I hear the butterflies singing softly into my ears,
enticing me with songs of perpetual beauty.
To many of you out there, the quoted text above may not make any sort of sense at all. but I’m quite sure there will be some who could relate to what I am feeling only by reading the above text. I want to move on, yet I seek the comfort of my own past, I want to regret, yet I need to face my own doings (choices).
我想你。 我希望你原谅我。





