当你爱上一个直人

He is nothing but a fine man whom I should give everything to ask in hand of marriage, but too early, I pursued this happiness in an abortive attempt, with later that regretfulness would be resolved.

Marriage, it is a term marked with both familiarity and forbiddance in my dictionary, which is too glamorous to imagine, but too vulnerable to practise, even sadly when its complexity involved in another unstable condition, Love.

I failed to exam the dangerous of both before any empirical actions took place, so my failure was destined from the very wrong beginning of diverting, and I watched this fault slashed a pair of joint hearts into pieces scars all way through.

My guilt of collapsing other’s loving dreams deserves me any kinds of executions, and my life is wishfully to be terminated without appealing to keep it continued.

Too sad, but tears rejected to fill the eyes. To curse men with love spells, such evilness was tenderly applied in to my terribly mean way of completing my satisfaction of feeling alive, no wonder why my intention is to destroy but not save.

Too crowded, my heart is to be a cemetery, with emotions, folded, buried and squashed into graves.