Harry Chen
Life is a box of chocolates
Among the spacious universe
On this planet called the Earth
You and I meet by chance or for the destiny
Today is the hundredth day since I found you
Thank you
Because you are besides me
I once loved
I loved the girl with fat cheeks
I loved the girl who wants to be the best baker
I loved the girl who hunts through
The girl with lots of dreams, passion, full of energy
I once loved
But my love just stops here
I’m sorry
The heat of a cup of coffee, five therm equals five minutes’ heat
How much is the heat of three years’ kiss?
The heat of love
The energy of love
Where are you?
If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow
why can't I?
Things shine at first
And then as time goes by
It tends to fade away
Eventually, it’s just not there any more, shine!
One day, body asks his neighbor heart
If I ache, the doctor can treat me
But what about you?
And then the heart answers
I can cure by myself
Maybe because of this, everyone has a way to kill his pain
To drink, sing, quarrel, weep, or laugh
Or to complaint to friends, travel, or marathon
The worst is to escape
My way is to bake cakes and cookies in this early morning
On the day of father’s depart
On the day of the death of the three years’ fiery-hot love
On the day of despair and pain
I go to make cakes
Its fragrance comforts my heartache
Are there ay other ways which is sweeter?
somewhere over the rainbow way up high
there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
someday I wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
where troubles smelled like lemon drops
way above the chimney tops
that's where you'll find me
somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
birds fly over the rainbow
why can't I?
Oh, my lovely Samsoon
Just to love
Although sometimes it bothers, suffers, and aches
Love is always the right thing for you to do
Oh, my lovely Samsoon
Be in love
You need to show your love
Let him know
No matter how you praise someone
He always wants to listen
We are naive sometimes and always
Oh, my lovely Samsoon
Do not look back
Do not worry about tomorrow
It would be an excellent rule to live each day
as if we should die tomorrow
so to dance, as if no one enjoys it
To love, as if you haven’t suffered once
To sing, as if nobody listens
To work, as if you do not need any money
To live, as if today is the doomsday
Oh, my lovely Samsoon
I love you so much!
 Zijin (www.zijin.net) studies journalism ,communication, Internet communication. As a privately run website,it was founded on March 18th,2000. Originally named “Zijin Journalism Review", it changed to Zijin on October 18th, 2000. Started by Mr. Zizoo, Zijin is one of China's earlist academic websites on journalism and communication, well-known among its counterparts in China. |
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