From my childhood memory; as I remembered, I always knew that myself different. I hardly understand others’ thinking, speaking or talking. Changing places to places; I can hardly handle something as my pole to hold. Religion? Language? or Land to live? Mostly I knew them all. May be not so well, but enough to survive. Even now; In the dream more than never know it’s black or white more than that; I don’t know in my dream, which language I’m using. And I cannot remember which language others talk with me there. ...

我看見一條魚，一條對我微笑的魚。 不管白天、夜晚，每當我經過時，她總是搖搖擺擺地遊向我，對我微笑。 不論天晴、天雨，她似乎都在等著我，等著我給她一個深情凝視的眼神。 我想擁有這條魚。 我帶著一條魚，一條對我微笑的魚回家。 我對她說話，她搖一搖尾巴，對我微笑。 我看電視到深夜，她無聊地吐了幾個氣泡，對我微笑。 洗澡的時候，她眷戀的陪在我身邊，對我微笑。 她始終帶著微笑的表情。我喜歡這條魚。 我擁有一條像狗一樣忠心，像貓一樣貼心，像愛人一樣深情的魚。 我輕輕的親吻我的魚。 晚安。 我以為，我以為，我和我的魚都睡著了。 我看見了一條魚，一條發著綠光，漂浮在屋中的，我的魚。 她優雅的在空中漂浮，我在她身後慌忙追趕，我害怕失去我的魚。 我跟著一條發著綠光的魚，遊蕩在午夜的街頭。 都市裏的每一個人都睡著了嗎？他們正在做著美夢嗎？ 好久沒有抬頭看天上的月亮，忘了怎麼跟星星許願了。 我想起了年少時熟悉的舞步，不自覺的跳了一段小舞。 樹林裏真適合玩躲貓貓的遊戲，而我的朋友都躲到哪兒去了呢？ 清晨的露水把褲管都沾濕了，草原中還有著千奇百怪的小昆蟲吧？ 我看見一條發著綠光的魚，幽幽地飄向海洋。 我們一同躍入澄凈清冷的海水。 我和我的魚在海洋中快樂地嬉遊。 仰式、蝶式、蛙式、自由式、花式…… 嗯，還有狗爬式…… 我像一條魚，自由自在地在大海中遊來遊去。 才發現，我也是一條被囚禁在大魚缸中的小魚。 我怎麼努力掙扎，也遊不出這透明的界限。 我看見一條魚，一條發著綠光，漂浮在空中的魚。 她搖著尾巴，依然帶著微笑的表情。 她的微笑，忽然讓我感到憂傷。 我無法擁有這條魚。 這條像狗一樣忠心，像貓一樣貼心， 像愛人一樣深情的魚。 經過老橋時，想起年少時愛唱的一首歌。 情不自禁地在車中輕輕哼了起來。 我送一條魚回家。 回到真正的家。 她搖著尾巴，滑入一望無際的藍色大洋。 這次我真的睡著了。 我輕輕的親吻我的魚。 我看見一條魚，一條發著綠光，漂浮在空中的魚。

The theme song for Ending of Gundam OO. [audio:Prototype.mp3] 純真さがシンプルな力に変わるとき 世界に影を作り出す ガラスケースに横たわる光の存在に触れたくても 振り上げた手　下ろせなくて 落ちるようにしゃがみ込んだ prototype for 明日の理想を抜けて 語り継ぐような異譚にもならないけど この体を失いそうなギリギリの場所が 悲しいくらいに鳴ってる

Sometimes I don’t know, whom hurt me? Others or my own self? Sometimes it’s good to know that I lower my guards and let myself hurts. -————– [audio:breakme.mp3] I will meet you in some place where the light lends itself to soft repose I will let you undress me but I warn you I have thorns like any rose You could hurt me with your bare hands You could hurt me using the sharp end of what you say ...

Like an ancient old-growth forest - where the subtle play of light, texture and shadows is the product of a process measured in centuries and inches. Most things of lasting value develop gradually, at their own pace. The ability to learn from experience - one of humanity’s greatest treasures - implies constant yet gradual progress. The combination of stillness within and determination without are the essence of this condition. Good things sometimes sprout quickly; the truly delightful take much longer. ...

[audio:thislove.mp3] This love This love is a strange love A faded kind of day love This love This love I think I’m gonna fall again And even when you held my hand It didn’t mean a thing This love This love Never has to say love Doesn’t know it is love This love This love Doesn’t have to say love Doesn’t need to be loved Doesn’t mean a thing This love ...

There is a quiz about what you fear most, and made me thinking about that. Death? Ghost? Loneliness? Adieu? Disgusted? For me the less I fear is disgusted, at know how to avoid it so it never be my problems; Or if I need to do some disgusting works; That never be my problems. Ghost? In this topic, thank to my mother; sh bring me to the Chinese graveyard every year to do a cleaning for them. ...

[audio:Takeabow.mp3] Take a bow, the night is over This masquerade is getting older Light are low, the curtains down There’s no one here [There’s no one here, there’s no one in the crowd] Say your lines but do you feel them? Do you mean what you say when there’s no one around? [no one around] Watching you, watching me, one lonely star [One lonely star you don’t know who you are] ...

I really hate this part of year. My friend asked me that what kind of X’mas I had? I said that walked out with nothing other on the vocation living with family. but I was? Celebrate the seasons of loneliness. -——————- [audio:MyLove.mp3] An empty street An empty house A hole inside my heart I’m all alone and the rooms are getting smaller I wonder how, I wonder why I wonder where they are The days we had, the songs we sang together And oh my love I’m holding on forever Reaching for a love that seem so far ...

I have to admit that I cannot remember how the first met began. May be it nothing to impress my thought. The moment I believed, nothing so interested, just someplace somewhere to pass. Because life so be amusing when nothing can be predicted, I fall on. With more deep knowing, I knew I were on more deep falling. But for this; I should remind myself; You cannot lose what you never had. ...