飞雁

请不要追随我，
以漂泊为生的飞雁，不会为你收起已长硬的双翼。
但是
你可以立即擒下我，
那么我便会乖乖地栖息在你健硕的臂膀上。。。

Slave of loneliness

I think I'm almost on the brink of exhaution...Yet I have not think to have a rest.
Tolstoy did came to such a circumstance, where he kept writing and driving himself to the edge of exhaustion, unable to sleep, and on the verge of breakdown. As he said, -- he kept writing because he was the slave of an inner compulsion and had a consuming desire deep within his bones.--
I say...
I keep making myself to be busy all the time because I'm too a slave -- a slave of loneliness.

盲忙

盲，为着我的爱
因为盲，我仍见不着我的爱。。。

忙，为着我的爱
因为忙，决灭不了对他的爱。。。