读书死，死读书，读死书。
戴田骢曾这么说过。
很多人很喜欢问我为什么一直读书，
真正的理由是因为我学东西，
太慢了。
从小就这样，没办法，
我也不想，
要让头脑多装点东西都非常的难。
所以别再这样说我，
我也不喜欢一天到晚读书。
谢谢。
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
beatiful but haunting
In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pure light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun is gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Oh the things that cry in the dark
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pure light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun is gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Oh the things that cry in the dark