也许只有说出真实的话 写日记才有意义
如若倾诉的不是真实的感想 也不会获得愉悦感
生活本身在时间里一日一日打磨 亲切 寻常 平凡无奇 乃至于无聊
重要的是 那些将我从这样的生活里 不时打捞出来的灵感吧

灵魂有时可以发到黑暗的地狱里去游行，但一点神灵的光亮却永远在灵魂本身的中心点着。

要不是私下里吃苦，命途上颠扑，谁知道我的灵魂里有没有音乐？

你的爱，隔着万里路的灵犀一点，简直是我的命水，全世界所有的宝贝还买不到这一点子的精诚。我今天要是死了，我是要把你的爱带了坟里去，做鬼也自傲了！你用不着再来叮嘱，我信你完全的爱，我信你比如信我的父母，信我自己，信天上的太阳；岂止，你早已成为我灵魂的一部分，我的影子里有你的影子，我的声音里有你的声音，我的心里有你的信。鱼不能没有水，人不能没有勇气，我不能没有你的爱。

“特别压抑特别折磨但是又试图歌颂一些什么”

Everything will be ok

Now and then I'm scared, when i seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentances...
No, i don't speak anymore and what could i say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...
So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no... not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, i haven't spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind...
I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted but i do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold
and something i can neither watch nor bear.
So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone,
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, I don't speak anymore and what should i say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles ist schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE...

哎哟哎哟
得知惊天真相的我
简直要被自己酷炫cry了
然而并没有什么卵用