“爱是恒久忍耐，又有恩慈；爱是不嫉妒，爱是不自夸，不张狂，不作害羞的事，不求自己的益处。不轻易发怒，不计算人的恶，不喜欢不义，只喜欢真理；凡事包容，凡事相信，凡事盼望，凡事忍耐，爱是永不止息”

格林多前书13:4-8

Trust

My job is not to judge you, or to seek the truth beneath.
Rather, my job is just to trust you, unconditionally.

It too shall pass

It too shall pass, dear.

Regardless

If I had wings, I would fly to your side now, to stay close to you and keep you accompany, though in complete darkness and silence. Let me share your worries and fears. Let me whisper to you that "may peace be with you". Let me show you that there's still somebody that you can at least trust.

Rest assured that regardless of anything that happened, you would still have me and my unconditional trust. Regardless.

My Gratitude

I'm grateful that we had such a conversation, in which we could open up to tell what we like and dislike in each other. Trying to wrap the words politely, we both realised that such frankness is a necessity in enhancing the understanding of each other and facilitating the communication in the future.

With that, I wish that from tomorrow on, we would get along much better and more comfortably, ever after.

My gratitude. To you and to God.

When I heard you snoring through the line, you would never understand how dear it was to my heart.

明知道你是累得睡着了，依然会有怪怪的感觉。

你以后可以不要像刚才那样子说话吗？

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I'm sorry

I'm sorry for not understanding you enough, but then again, you know that I always want to, and I'm always there for you.

I didn't mean to disturb. All I was thinking, was just as simple as that.

Bless this little heart

Bless this little heart,
this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven.

He loves the light of the sun,
He loves the sight of his mother’s face.
He has not learnt to hate the dust, and love the gold.

Clasp him to your heart and bless him.

He has come into this land of 100 crossroads.
I know not how he chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, grasped your hand to ask his way.

He will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in his heart.

Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.

Lay your hand on his head, and pray
that though the waves underneath grow threatening,
yet the breath from above may come and
fill his sails and
waft him to the heaven of peace.

~ Rabindranath Tagore ~


* Somehow feel like Tagore is talking to me.
The poem, it sends shivers up my spine.

给亲爱的

你微笑著而不對我說什麼，我覺得這就是我已經久候的。

~泰戈尔~