紅豆曲

滴不盡相思血淚拋紅豆，
開不完春柳春花滿畫樓；
睡不穩紗窗風雨黃昏後，
忘不了新愁與舊愁。
咽不下玉粒金口噎滿喉，
照不見菱花鏡里形容瘦。
展不開的眉頭，
捱不明的更漏－－
呀！
恰便似遮不住的青山隱隱，
流不斷的綠水悠悠。

A guy's story

Thursday, June 02, 2005
A guy's story

There was a guy, called Fool. He was always absence-minded in a way
that he said a word and forgot in another day.
There was a gal, called Joy. She was unpredictable and used to do
whatever she liked in a way that she cried and laughed all in a
sudden.
Joy was once fond of Fool and so did he. He was so foolish that he did
not treasure a gal like her seriously, again and again. Her heart was
broken, again and again. Tears had done and trust had gone.

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She

She is there, and she always does.
She needs love and always does.
She wants sincerity and always does.
She seems like looking for love with no end.
She puts love in the very first priority over everything.
She is charming and dazzling, sincere and cordial.

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Joyce

Sunday, June 12, 2005
Joyce

Joyce has gone to UK.
I will miss you, whenever you go.
You are so lovely and lovable.
We share the same moonlight.
Every night, when you look up the sky.
On the other side of the earth,
somebody is over there and looking at you.
But, don't miss me...

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Closer and stranger

Friday, May 27, 2005
Closer and stranger

So close and so strange.
Talk like closers, sound like strangers.
We talk and talk, and all day long.
Affection and passion,
Determination and hesitation.
Give me your hand and
I read your soul.
Give you my soul and
we share one soul.

Simply write

637pm, May262005


Stories of two lovers in the city.
Encounter at the corner of the city,
By chance again and again.
Steps and toes, and soar,
Up flying high and touching wild.
Walk and walk, talk and talk,
To the dawn, before sunrise,
Tango before sunset.
We hold tight, we love tight.