I Can Always Make You Smile

最近怎么了

有些牵挂

  ~    开心  

             不开心  ~ 

        请让我与你同一阵线 

我会倾心聆听 

你所有的故事

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关于你的事    我的情报有限

所以你说了  我都相信

你是我最亲近的人了

除了你  我也不会有谁

所以   请别把我关在门外

你一直都有让人发笑的能力

这一次换我了

就算我不能抚平你的伤痛   至少我该理解你的忧伤

一个人的兵荒马乱

你说：遇见你前，理智是我的信仰。

我说：没有人能撼动别人的信仰。我一样。你也一样。

（可是，遇见你后，任性在我这里猖狂显现。）

你说： 有一万人愿意带你上天堂，却只有我愿意陪你下地狱。

我说：你有问过我想到天堂还是地狱吗？

（只是，若不是你，我怎会在地狱。）

我当然希望长驻你心底。

直到我抽身离开。

只是我忘了，你仍是你。

你终究是会离我而去。

在你的世界里，你有你的幸福快乐，

唯独没有的是我的未来。

我在等，如同你一样。

等待下一次   一见钟情

期盼下一个   两情相悦。

等待的同时，我们是必须渐渐的老去。

我是不能免俗的人。

我害怕，

在这时间的围城里。

是不是到最后，剩下的，

只是我一个人的兵荒马乱  ~

同行

仿佛我再也不是我，跳出了这框框，我乐得自在。

没有人顾虑你是怎样的走过来，在这人生的岔口。

你若在这一刻走得难看，别人也只有说： 真难看。

投入了怎样的感情，奋斗了多少个年，谁在乎了 ~ 

文字就是这样魔力，能够不断地震撼着同一情感。

只能活在别人的故事里，找寻一个同类行一段路。

这样的我，发现自己没有堂皇的借口去愤世嫉俗。

无奈了你的急性子，在我决定开口前你已离开了。

话语一骨碌的吞回去，没人听到我最后想说什么。

你为什么不能等一等？你若等，我会向你诉说的。

Sunday Christian

I was running a little late, it was usual, as nobody was there too early in the morning. Fifteen minutes late, it was nothing. Pastor came in, he must have found that quite few of us were present; he too, was not sure what to do with us. 

He had an iPad. How sarcastic life can be, the churches were looking for mission pledges. That Sunday morning I was indifferent, maybe that’s the result of yesterday late service. I was alone, starving, worrying all the things that could happen to me. All fears come and attack me; I spoke to no one. 

The pastor’s voice draw me back to the present, he was sharing on the topic called – agape love. He said that we human being could never understand it, the unconditional love that our heavenly Father had for us. Yea, I thought that too, Christ died for us while we were still sinners. (Romans 5:8) Is there any logical, sensible reason? I wonder. 

There were disasters. People are losing faith. So do I. I was weary. By all the things that happen, grace just does not come in my way. It is not the encounter that I used to had with You. You are just absented yourself. And I started to complain. 

Suddenly I remembered the illustration of the vending machine, yea, I see you as a vending machine, whatever I want, I put some coins, and I’ll get it. But life is not just about a vending machine, it is not about getting a coke, it is something far more beyond. We could never comprehend. And who am I sitting here complaining, while people are suffering from tsunami strike on the other side of the world? And what am I doing here, complaining, and complaining, struggling with my own fears; while they do not even get the chances to hear about the good things of You – a vending machine. My own fears were incomparable with their sufferings.

Yea, I was weary, of being what so called Sunday Christian, fulfilling my routine tasks and attending every Sunday services. You told me that it was not enough. The pastor kept on his talking, but I was never listening, because You have spoken.

Show me, the path that You lead; take me, and I shall follow. 

" I " and " U "

我一直在你回头就看得见的地方，你知道吗？

我离你很近，可是你从来都不知道。

为什么 “ I ” 和 “ U ” 这么接近，却又这般遥远 ……

如果这就是宿命，那我宁可离得你远远的。

一在天涯；一在海角， 

永不相见 ！

好好的走下去 就是了

不知道用什么字眼形容的好，所以还是图片一张来得利落。

事事思前想后又能怎样 …

谁又担保了我以后的日子 

有没有平平安安 ……

云 日。记

三月四号，6 : 15pm 。

发现没带门匙。

啊 ~ 没人 ！ 

压力了？麻了~

我的日子没这么乱过。

有时不言一语，有时又胡言乱语。

混乱的日子里　我喜欢看云。

忘了是谁说，烦恼的时候多看看云吧。

云会告诉你　一切都会过去的。

想来这匆匆三载，学会看云成了我的最大喜悦。