Rita

she may be the face he can't forget
a trace of pleasure he regrets
may be his treasure or the price he has to pay
she may be the song that solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
may be a hundred different things
within the measure of the day.
she may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heaven or a hell
she may be the mirror of his dream
a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem
inside as shell
she who always seems so happy 'n proud
who's eyes can be so private and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to him from shadows of the past
that he remembers till the day he dies
she may be the reason he survives
the why and where for he's alive
the one he'll care for through the rough and rainy years
him he'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all his souvenirs
for where she goes he got to be
the meaning of his life is
she

but

he does not really exist ,

nor does she.

青春犹如方糖，对吗？

有棱角的、易碎的、荒唐的、甜蜜的。

这种甜蜜是要亲身用舌尖的热量才能融化，才能品尝...你总不能隔岸观火。

人生总有这么一个阶段、一个做什么也快乐的阶段、一个说什么也真诚的阶段。

他们可笑也可爱，笑他们皆因我们曾经荒唐过，爱他们因为我们也曾甜蜜过。

                                                                                        ——JASON 六楼后座