The poor The poor The tears of the poor All flow to the earth They busy during the day In the dark night they uneasiness This is not fair They pray Eager to redeem their soul angel But the poor people without sin Farmers sow with sweat With the blood work. Workers Women use years weaving Poor people ah, you should be rewarded for it Your soul as diamond general glow But, your angel in where The rich with gold filled with their souls Though the soul: a golden light But dirty and ugly The poor with toil enrich their soul This soul so beautiful but unflashy This soul so common and not common They oppressed They were enslaved They were tortured But they do not yield Poor people in the resistance -in the struggle Their brightness -forever --1860 s

no why someone asked me why i answered no why then he became angry but i am really happy because it is true that is all

灌木的夏季 我忘记了很多…那些关于曾经的承诺…忘记了很多，关于凤歌、远兮～那些以为忘不掉的记忆，却在无声中忘却…化作灰沉落心底，等到有一天想起，却早已只剩华丽的外壳，里边空无一物… 青春里无法停止的冲动，荷尔蒙的气息摇滚乐不停的节拍……无法挽留的。曾以为会很潇洒，其实也会难以放下。 最怕人去楼空、物是人非。看到熟悉的景，想去曾经的人。谁有了新欢，谁成了旧爱。车窗外的景物换了又换，树木的年轮增多了一轮又一轮，走在身边的人也开始远离。 该以怎样的姿态去面对身边的那些人与物，热情抑或漠视。有一天，身边的人都厌恶我了，那么，一个人也要好好过，看尽世态、看尽沧海桑田……擦亮的双眼。清晰的。仿佛可以看清每个角落里的花落与沉土，看穿这个世间的喧哗与丑陋。曾经的你，轻易的疏离。心底还有过的温暖与回忆如今变得不可触摸。似一杯看似温暖而透明的水，一触碰，指间却像千年寒冷开出的温度……一起走过的柔软的绿草坪，夜修放学时坐在长椅上看的满天繁星看月亮的圆阴……相约以后要去逛遍世界……那些话语仿佛还在耳边，像春风样和煦温暖…可是，自从分开以后，真的就成为回忆了呢！缅怀……却不愿意触碰。在回忆里不断回头张望。那种失落，余剩大片大片的心痛。 木棉凋零…凌乱不堪。想到青峰的小情歌，大雨倾盘。快乐中夹杂着淡淡的悲伤。曾经有段时间差不多都在听他的歌，很是欣赏。习惯了一段一段时间的听某一个歌手的歌曲。直到另一个感兴趣的歌手出现才放下。总是因为一首歌而喜欢一个歌手，所谓的爱屋及屋。我说。不想伤害到谁。无辜、无意……或者，我也是怕你们会丢下我，一个人。会孤单。一次。下雨了。我在本子上写着。雨声滴哒。突然间不喜欢这样的世界。太寂静，寂静到仿佛置身于空旷长满荒草的荒芜的世界里。再大声的呐喊，一遍一遍，响彻…也没有人能够听见，留下我在那个世界独自喘息。悲伤与虚空会把人心都侵蚀。像被困在空洞笼子里的狮子，一只困兽。怎样挣扎也无济于事，手足无措的惊慌。弥补 那些过去的，过去了…一直想要弥补的，也弥补不过来了。一枚耳环，一快手表……那些点点滴滴汇集起来的小幸福…也会汇集成回忆。那么，请告诉我需要多少小幸福才能汇成江海似的回忆？一直认为自己是个理性的人.其实很多时候都是会参杂很多个人的因素、感情去看待很多事情。风再大，你给的痛却吹不散。闷热的天气里，那么混暗迷失。突然想起你，那么希望夜幕可以降临。牵着你的手，浪漫了没每大街小巷，连天上的星星都投来了羡慕的眼光… 8.1！好多时候都处在矛盾的世界里，面对、面对…想要那种一盏灯到天亮的那种温柔，也想懂得那种轰轰烈烈的那种小情绪…在一些时候，总要表现的坚强并隐忍。像一只受伤的小野兽，当要它在敌人面前的时候总要装做若无其事，会躲在阴暗的山洞里坚强的独自舔愈自己的伤口。可是一但有人嘘寒问暖，它便受不了了。 想起那些人，那些事，时间都带不走，只是在冲淡。我只想对你们说：都给我好好的 玻璃窗反射的太阳光刺痛我的眼睛。 　　怀念起那些温暖

who can help me learn “nihon go”？

Don't say “Good bye”，please Do not say, do not do it. Listen to me quietly. Look into my eyes. What can you see in my eyes? It is the confession . I haven't been to a person so deeply sorry. And then .... I cry. For the first time, Cry for someone. Then,I know what she has said. I am sorry. Then,I know who is wrong. By Master. Wood.

i lost my music i lost my music i lost mu life i lost my love i lost all my no one would understand me no one would care me no one would watch me no one would not see all my do you hear me i am crying i am unhappy i am sad i want to you to comfort me i want to you to care me i want to you to help me and do you know all in all for what just for you why because ……