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You took my heart away, baby. And when it's cold at night And you sleep by my side You become the meaning of my life My vision was misty as I heard that song in your arms. How can it be otherwise, when I'm lying in the warmth of the meaning of my life?

Silent Night. A song from the yesteryears drifted out from the internet radio, reminds me of the CD player that I first heard this song on. And the good times that I had Makes today seem rather sad So much has changed Do the songs born of nostalgia really melt the years away? I doubt. If anything, they only emphasise the years that have flown by, the laughter that has disappeared beyond the horizons, and the tears that have dried, much like the rain on the windscreen, that was the most interesting part of a car ride when we were young. When we were young. Christmas is a season of love and giving. Also, it is a time to reflect on the minutes, the hours, the days that have slipped past us this year, and take stock of our givings and misgivings; on the opportunities earned, and the chances lost; on the love that we've kept, and the love that we've lost. Merry Christmas, to those who love me, and to those whom I love. If Santa could deliver my wishes to all of you, you would receiv...

恨我来不及参与你的过去，抱歉让你等待 追梦，美的是“追”，胜于“梦”吧？ 身旁的喘息，每一口气，都是生命的挥洒。一同挥霍的时光，成为回忆夜空里最璀璨的星星。 看看自己，何尝不是呢？落败的比赛，与团友一起抱头痛哭。至今还记得，落败的那一晚，原本要和家人一起去领之前定好的眼镜，结果却因为情绪低落，一回家就流不停的眼泪，而一个人呆在家里。隔天一早，到了学校，便到隔壁班找团友，收音机播放着“Flying Without Wings”，我们还觉得是生命的嘲讽。一行人坐在教室最后一排，一起哭泣。到了休息时间，在食堂遇见学姐，学姐的眼睛也肿肿的。学姐还告诉我们，两个学长那天没到学校来。我们想，男生不想在他人面前哭，所以才决定躲起来的吧。 就是这种热血的年纪，就是这种每一个细胞都充斥着热情的年龄，才会筑下最美丽的回忆。 随着年龄的增长，日子一天天幽魂似地过，仿佛少了那股蛮劲，生命也褪色了。 即使遗憾，那又能怎样？你最美的回忆里，没有我。只希望，你最美的未来里，容得下我，容得下我们。

过期的布告在剥落 发黄的日历在挣脱 文字经过时间衬托 会不会比从前洒脱 抑或变得越加繁琐

I've been moved by this song ever since I first heard it. The MV is just... too much. I don't want a parallel universe. I just want you, not to get away.

看着照片，突然有种超现实的感觉。 我们怎么知道从前是真实的？ 如果是真实的话，那么，现在回首瞭望，怎么感觉那么不可置信？ 理性上明白那是事实，但总好像隔着一层雾，仿佛所发生的事情只是一部电影。即使电影中有欢笑，有热泪，有愤慨，有感慨，但，始终停留在“画面”的层次，无血无肉，不痛不痒。 不，可能有点。 那张既熟悉又陌生的面孔，那把既熟悉又陌生的声音，那段既熟悉又陌生的过往。 你好，最熟悉的陌生人。

“自从你交了女朋友，我还以为你对我的喜欢，迟早都会让你跟你的女朋友分手，那时就可以名正言顺跟你在一起了。结果等啊等，你们都一直好好的，让我很羡幕，可是也没办法。” 什么跟什么啊？但我还真的很感动。 然而人生不是一个人，喜欢，也不是一个人的。 我已经将另一个女孩嵌进我的人生，那女孩的人生亦然。我无法掉头就走，那也是我珍贵守护的爱情。 “没办法，我就是这种人。一旦喜欢了，就得全力以赴。”我承认。 ——《那些年，我们一起追的女孩》小说

我追求沈佳仪的八年岁月里耗竭了许多气力，个性里许多疯狂的素质都已烧尽，因此我以一种平平淡淡的节奏，重新去学习另一个女生。——《那些年，我们一起追的女孩》小说 最好的，会在年轻岁月里耗尽吗？是经历，还是时光，不断剥夺着我们的热血？

悄悄入了初冬，咖啡店里每个人都套上薄薄的外套，窗户外面的情人们也开始将手放进同 一个口袋，共享一双手套。——《那些年，我们一起追的女孩》小说 好想，好想。