понедельник, 11 июня 2012
мне становится стыдно за то, что я сомневаюсь в нем. Или в себе.
Например, после такого.
weibo, © переводчика не знаю There are too many words and too much love that I cannot express to the people who loves me. Brushing shoulders, passing by over and over again with expressionless faces, cold and solid rejection over and over again. There are many good intentions that I am unable to accept. There are a lot of changes that I wish they could see. I am no longer a child. I just want to walk through this together with them, forever. From the 28th of December, 2011, that is the day that I'm destined to be with them for my whole life. This is my life. Even if I do not know how to act like a spoiled child, or smile and laugh, but it does not mean that I do not love them. I may not have the most perfect and flawless appearance, but they still love, dote and support me.
Do you know? Having them are the most happy and blissful things in my whole life, my life cannot be without them, I want my stage, and i want the people beneath the stage, to be together and not apart. Forever, and ever. Please accept this love that I cannot express. As it is always in my heart. Please forgive my silence, for I cannot express them in front of you. I am sorry. I really love all of you. /wails/heart. Perhaps the success of this person, would be the greatest form of repayment to them.
Для меня это многое значит, для меня это чуточку больше, чем трогательное сообщение.
Хотя.. пока можно надеяться на некорректный перевод, правда?
@темы:
печаль моя светла,
какого обаянья ум погиб! ©,
пиздато делай - пиздато будет,
exo-xo