關於刺。

關於刺。




你們也許不懂玫瑰花帶刺的意義




以為她只是防禦
更多人以為她只是難搞
擺架子
自
以
為
地


與眾不同










事實上是,


她的花瓣太精緻纖細


以致於每個人都在對她的美麗讚嘆的同時
也同時流露出貪婪的眼色






事實上是,


她太天真包容(innocent的那種)


不管是蝴蝶瓢蟲蚱蜢蜜蜂
甚至是那種叫不出名字有點醜陋的蟲子


她也照單全收


(也許她以為那是一種和世界培養感情的方式)


plus+((最主要還是她總認為她們的交流能在彼此身上尋求不同的成長))














玫瑰為了讓更多人感受到她的用心


將她的愛塗成果醬
露水提煉成香氣


甚至善良無知地嚷嚷
"我的花瓣!(請注意 那等於是人類的手足!)
可以讓你們的肌膚更美麗年輕!"




貪婪又不知收斂的人們
有了玫瑰本人的連帶保證後
更像是獲得免死金牌那般囂張


拿,
拿,,
拿,,,




越來越失禮




不經過她本人同意


也像失心瘋似的取之不盡


































掏 空








她發覺時,
自己已經痛到只剩下心口的碎片






她是這麼孤單
然後看著被自己恩寵過的朋友們
嘻笑怒罵地


在一個她再也無力碰觸到的地方


以濫情的方式


使用那曾經是她的權利














心口的碎片變成了身上的刺




















將無理的你們一道道劃破


唯有留下鮮紅的那一抹疤痕










才會被記得。


















她曾經是多麼願意為了你,
綻放她最絢爛的那一次盛開




















關於刺。




她是身不由己。

He lights up a cigarette

He lights up a cigarette, lean himself to the balcony. His right fingers touch the cold water drop on the railing. Rain in the midnight. He thinks. He uses those wet fingers comb his hair, and turns his body to another side.

He glances Faye through the gap of red velvet curtain. She’s still sleeping. He stares at her curly, disarray brownish hair. That’s the only part he can see through the gap. He recalls the first time when he smells her hair. He could never forget, it was also in a rainy night, they were all wet, but her hair smelled like a lemon in summer.

Suddenly, he hears the bell’s first ring from the cathedral two blocks away.

It’s 5 o’clock. He guesses, puts out the smoke and get back to the room.

Faye is still sleeping. The duvet covers most of her body, but he can still glance her skinny shoulder line. He also glances the flicking lights from the electronic clock on the bed desk. It’s 6:00 am.

Damn. He walks hurry to the bathroom and turn on the faucet of the sink.

“Are you leaving already? ” Faye murmured reluctantly.

The air remains silence, except the sound of running water.

Faye crawls herself to the bedside, her hazel eyes stare at the direction of bathroom.

After few seconds, he steps out the bathroom with his face wet. He grabs a towel in the cabinet, dries his face.

“I am asking you…” Faye speaks again.

He turns his head toward Faye, smiles. Then he places the towel aside, walks to the bedside, kisses her shoulder, her neck and comes to her lips.

“I will come back soon this time.” He says, kisses Faye again, lightly.

“Once my new scheduled flight has been settled, I will let you know.” He touches her hair softly.

Faye kisses his fingers, with a satisfied smile.

He then leaves the bedside, gets his pilot uniform from the clothes stand. Faye just stares at him on the bed. After he dressed up, he grabs a pen and a piece of paper and starts writing something down.

“You have to back soon. ” Faye talks to him, although he’s still writing.

“Love is a matter of timing. I probably will forget you.” She then smiles mischievously.

He finishes writing, turns his head to Faye.

“Yes, I know.” He smiles.

He puts on his pilot hat, grabs his luggage and leaves the room.

After the door closed, Faye gets off the bed, walks toward the mirror in front of the desk. She glances the message he just left: Destination: California

Return date: unknown

Curtain

“What am I doing here.” Words from mine trembling, couple

times. Times. We can’t ever get enough of it.

I am trapped, in a maze you create

“Don’t speak.” Your lips cover me, brutally

The curtain has been pulled down

So is my fragile mind

Too late; but I

Rather to stay

In this

Dream.

LOVE LETTER/ 岩井俊二

於是我理解到
每一個人與人之間的際遇都有它的意義

LOVE LETTER

畫面如鑽石一般 閃閃發光
又像雪片一樣 晶瑩動人 卻不譁眾取寵
不管是分鏡或是特寫 都美感不已

對於這樣一個在你心中融化了些什麼的電影
不記錄點什麼 就實在不夠格再去欣賞些什麼

以往只是純情的愛情電影印象
完全被打破
這些碎片散了一地 然後
岩井俊二把它們重新用雪片的形狀再次拼湊

音樂極不煽情 卻絕美地 潺潺流進
也許是用滲透地
心底不自覺地濕了一整片 像溶化後的春雪

我只能說 您怎麼能江雪詮釋得如此徹底

雪有情緒 它抑鬱 它世故
它純真盼望 也需要自由
它是期待被喚醒得
它等待著 無奈
認真地愛著 雖然時而膽怯怕生
它是最真摯的
不假手他人 純白地隨時會從這世上消失一般地
它是 雪
它是 愛情的本質

細膩浪漫而又典雅
藉由愛情 也同時擠出了活中最原味的人事物

意象地
觸動人地

原來唯美可以閃閃發光
原來哭泣可以蘊含而不矯情

到底是我們內心確實地渴求著這些東西
抑或是它一直都在 只是被喧擾覆蓋

愛上因為巧合而出現在生命中
然後再也忘不掉了 的機率 有多大

是否因為我們從來不完美
所以老天創造一些些小契機
讓我們在挫折中還是見得到光亮
而失去的
我們究竟要花多少時間遺忘
是否需要遺忘
是否需要執著
究竟 人和人之間 如何定義
誰該牢牢地被印在腦海而不被放棄
而你以為你遺忘的
是否就像你想的再也回不來
抑或是一直都誤會了它

在我們每一個逐漸被遺忘的片段中
有哪些事錯誤的呢
有哪些不是巧合 而是很深很深的羈絆呢

我們讓多少巧合溜走
但難道這不是『本該如此』

我們自我追尋
然後 私藏我們有的記憶

即使一切都過了
你還是不能奪走我們片段中的那個美好
不堪 充滿情緒的每一個吉光片羽

Iwai Shunji
你的情書如雪片飄落
留下清新的餘韻

glittering

There's light, glittering.
I walked in from the darkness, try to catch it.

It's so hard to get close to.
Perhaps the light is too vague
perhaps I am too weak.

When you became someone's light in their life,
it's beautiful
it's so need to be cherished.

Most of time in life, we're just a child afraid of darkness
Therefore we expect someone bring some lights in.

Or even the one is your light.
You are the saver.
Everyone could be another's saver.

However,
light will diminish.

Once you left the light,
it's not familiar anymore.

What left is just stranger.

You thought you're controlling the tempo,
but my breath became a chaos.

I'll never be able to recognize you again.

City is crowded

But what I saw is just the falling yellow leaves
blowed by winter wind with lonelyness

Blow blow blow

Fell.

Those yellow leaves scattering fall down

People step it and leave it cracking


Sounds left.

Those intimate?



Just like never happened.

thorn.

Perhaps people don’t understand the meaning of thorn on the rose.

They think the thorn is used for defense.

Even more people see that as a symbol of her difficulty.

Think she is different, the rose.

The truth is,

the delicacy of her petals compels and puts a spell.

The truth is,

she is too naïve and tolerated.

With no consideration and separation,

she freely opens up to those who flock to her titillating beauty.

Perhaps she thought that is a way to get along with this world.

In order to make more people feel her wholehearted,
rose, she uses love to purify jam.
She brings dew to extract as aroma.

She even yells out :

“My petals!
Can refreshing your skin! “

After getting the guarantee from the rose,

The greedy ones provoke her limitation with impoliteness.

Taking advantage of her goodness.

Taking,

Taking,

and taking,

like a new born.

They take it madly,

like it never meets the end.

Empty.

She realized,

What left for her is just the debris of the heart.

She is so lonely,

Then watching friends who got spoiled by her:

Teasing, laughing.

In a place that she can’t reach for.

The debris became her thorn.

Pricking the greedy ones.

Only the bleeding hurt.

Making her be remembered.

She was so willing to bloom splendidly for everyone.



About thorn,

She has no choice.

玲。

自從1953年世界大解構之後
玲 就再也沒展顏歡笑過
不 應該說 為生活中假笑的機會很多
但真正發自內心地那種歡笑
PAS DU TOUT

玲在想 究竟世界大解構
和它的笑容有何詭譎關係？

她想破了頭也找不到滿意的答案
每個想法都像是藉口 牽強而強辭奪理
可以確定的是
那個失去的笑容不會再回來了

所謂的失去 就是這麼回事吧
玲想著。
不過連她自己也訝異的是
她今天異常平靜沉著
在思考這些問題的時候

有些人會不願意承認自己的悲傷
因為把自己赤裸裸 太丟臉了

但玲向來不是

她通常不去思考自己的情緒表現
因為那太累人

所以當她不是處在悲傷憂愁中的時候
就是
真
的
是
那
麼
一
回
事