school is starting tomorrow. and i have not touched a single piece of homework yet. call that screwed, or call that slack. whatever.
i had finished the poem entitled 無我. wrote that in loving memory of wuwo (and biscuit). different names, same feeling. i had left behind so many things over there, and i'm not planning to reclaim any of them back.
this month had been eventful and enjoying. time really flies. at least i have beautiful memories to look back on. i will miss this june holidays, especially the first two weeks.
i have to get myself in shape for school, and the boring routine life, tomorrow.
一切都只是一场梦。那是生命中已发黄的
一页。
总是躲在梦的深处，藏在回忆的角落，寻
寻觅觅，找寻曾经遗落的记忆的花瓣。记
忆像落叶一般，簌簌地跌落枝头，怎么也
无法找回；时间像凉风一样，飕飕地飞向
了远方，怎么握也握不住。我努力地抓紧
仅存的记忆和消逝的时间，试着在希望中
追回些什么；可是到最后却一无所有。看
着枫叶一片片地落下，我又无能为力，心
中也因此多了一丝淡淡的惆怅。
怀念的过去，曾经的点点滴滴，都似乎在
梦里。数不清的回忆，跟枫叶一般，不断
地在空中飘舞着，旋转着，坠落着，最终
消失在梦的尽头，无声无息。梦里，回忆
主宰了整个世界。
人生里的风风雨雨，大家都经历过了；多
少的是是非非，恩恩怨怨，剪不断，理还
乱。经历过了喜悦，经历过了悲伤，虽然
在过程中吸取到不少了经验，却为此付出
了沉重的代价。
alright. i shall go back to my room to angst and cry the hell out of today, until 11pm. i just hope that the england match will not be disappointing.
i'm sorry, but i have to move on.
i don't want. :'(