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色付いた花が咲く何時かを願う
その痛み知る君が震えずに水を注げた頃に
見た事の無い色の花がまた君を誘う
redberrie
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04-06-1991
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ex-assumptionknight
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Friday, February 12, 2010
: 9:45:00 PM :
moral of the story is that i dont lyk to be ignored.
rain and snow.
are lyk blowing hot and cold.
and IDK what they want or what i should do.
*shoves her hands into the air*
and yes, i know i have zero patience, violent stinky temper and crazy demands.
and and i have no guts to check whether snow replied yet.
" But guess what I don't hate? My eyes when I close them. "
and i still think RISK MANAGEMENT as a pretty USELESS IDK module other than to test our patience and funky engrishh. so deaded for the summaries. HAHS.
and this slightly old article is VERY INTERESTING. i ended up thinking about mr ng when i was reading through it.. HOHOHO. so are we gonna still learn things the AMERICAN WAYY?
->> http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB120425355065601997-7Bp8YFw7Yy1n9bdKtVyP7KBAcJA_20080330.html#articleTabs%3Darticle
night night. :)) strangling the RM book tmw. and sunday. :\ HURR.
愛憎の狭間 夢を見ていた
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CREDITS |
-- HESITATING MEANS DEATH - the GazettE [Italian translation - angeldevil87@LJ]
[English translation - distressedcoma@LJ]
You, who know this pain, will soon plant the seeds here once again
You hope the flowers that changed their colours will bloom someday
You, who know this pain, could you pour water on them without trembling
The colourful flowers you have never seen are calling out for you again