La fille sur le pont

其實橋上的女孩是名俠女，最後用情拯救了飛刀手。
我有著和橋上的女孩相近的氣質，也戴上了一模一樣的黑色小貝蕾帽。
但我終究沒救成飛刀手。
我變成了一株玫瑰，垂簾後依偎在王的肩頭，偶爾跟著搖曳的燭火飄搖起舞。

A(me)

雨季的時候，總想像自己是顆小樹，水滴順著我的裙擺滋養了街道。

アジアの野うさぎバロン

我遇見了一位手持西瓜刨冰的野兔男爵
アジア大好き
旅行到哪個國家 就會手持當地的特產旅行

巨大的帽子是為了遮住自己的野兔身分
低調是因為不想要亞洲人以『洋人』的態度看它

擅長文化觀察
偶爾會被自己的披風絆倒 （想耍帥的後果）

Pina

[ Take my hand, hide me / kiss me, and go ]

劇場因為真實而散發著自由的光。

Love Fades.

關於Love fades.
是想像力的開始和幻滅
以夢境為串場  一個一個的過

想像力讓女人 無比幸福

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