- Sep 19 Thu 2013 21:17
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愛情
- Jul 24 Fri 2009 15:27
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愛怎麼了~
我很喜歡這首歌所要表達的感覺~欣賞吧!
What have I done?
What if it's too late now?
Did I do all I could, did I?
Did I make it good, did I?
Somehow it doesn't feel right
Is it really all over?
Did I think it through, did I?
What if all I want is you?
And now
I won't see you again
The moment was there but we lost it
Time changed it all
And we let it
We let it happen
And now
I wonder how it would be
If things stayed the same and we liked it
The end of a search 'cos we found it
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
What have we done?
What if it's too late now?
Was it always like this, was it?
Was it something we missed, was it?
Somehow it doesn't feel right
Is it really all over?
Was it all it could be, was it?
Did I give you the best of me?
And now
I won't see you again
The moment was there but we lost it
Time changed it all
And we let it
We let it happen
And now
I wonder how it would be
If things stayed the same and we liked it
The end of a search 'cos we found it
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
And now
I won't see you again
The moment was there but we lost it
Time changed it all
And we let it
We let it happen
And now
I wonder how it would be
If things stayed the same and we liked it
The end of a search 'cos we found it
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
我做了什麼?
現在說什麼是不是都太晚?
怎麼了?我有沒有錯
怎麼了?我該不該挽回
為何不安還再我心中顫抖
真的結束了嗎?
萬一我沒有真的想透
萬一其實還是愛著你
*怎麼了?當我眼前不再有你
才發現過去的時光 一去不返
我們眼睜睜的看著時間改變愛的質量
怎麼了?分手後我卻懷疑
如果一切重回初戀那甜蜜
會不會最後還是發現
愛 怎麼了
愛 怎麼了
愛 怎麼了
愛 怎麼了
我做了什麼
現在說什麼是不是都太晚
怎麼了 不就這樣結束了嗎
怎麼了 我錯過什麼嗎
為何不安還再我心中顫抖
真的結束了嗎?
難道這就是結局了嗎?
難道是我沒盡力去愛你
*怎麼了?當我眼前不再有你
才發現過去的時光 一去不返
我們眼睜睜的看著時間改變愛的質量
怎麼了?分手後我卻懷疑
如果一切重回初戀那甜蜜
會不會最後還是發現
What have I done?
What if it's too late now?
Did I do all I could, did I?
Did I make it good, did I?
Somehow it doesn't feel right
Is it really all over?
Did I think it through, did I?
What if all I want is you?
And now
I won't see you again
The moment was there but we lost it
Time changed it all
And we let it
We let it happen
And now
I wonder how it would be
If things stayed the same and we liked it
The end of a search 'cos we found it
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
What have we done?
What if it's too late now?
Was it always like this, was it?
Was it something we missed, was it?
Somehow it doesn't feel right
Is it really all over?
Was it all it could be, was it?
Did I give you the best of me?
And now
I won't see you again
The moment was there but we lost it
Time changed it all
And we let it
We let it happen
And now
I wonder how it would be
If things stayed the same and we liked it
The end of a search 'cos we found it
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
And now
I won't see you again
The moment was there but we lost it
Time changed it all
And we let it
We let it happen
And now
I wonder how it would be
If things stayed the same and we liked it
The end of a search 'cos we found it
How would it be?
How would it be?
How would it be?
我做了什麼?
現在說什麼是不是都太晚?
怎麼了?我有沒有錯
怎麼了?我該不該挽回
為何不安還再我心中顫抖
真的結束了嗎?
萬一我沒有真的想透
萬一其實還是愛著你
*怎麼了?當我眼前不再有你
才發現過去的時光 一去不返
我們眼睜睜的看著時間改變愛的質量
怎麼了?分手後我卻懷疑
如果一切重回初戀那甜蜜
會不會最後還是發現
愛 怎麼了
愛 怎麼了
愛 怎麼了
愛 怎麼了
我做了什麼
現在說什麼是不是都太晚
怎麼了 不就這樣結束了嗎
怎麼了 我錯過什麼嗎
為何不安還再我心中顫抖
真的結束了嗎?
難道這就是結局了嗎?
難道是我沒盡力去愛你
*怎麼了?當我眼前不再有你
才發現過去的時光 一去不返
我們眼睜睜的看著時間改變愛的質量
怎麼了?分手後我卻懷疑
如果一切重回初戀那甜蜜
會不會最後還是發現
- Jul 24 Fri 2009 13:24
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突然好多時間,突然變懶了
- Apr 23 Thu 2009 15:53
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文章2
Grandma fell ill after walking in the rain to Laman Griffin’s. They took her to hospital and now she’s dead.
The Irish Army is looking for boys who are musical. They want to train them in the Army School of Music. They accept my brother, Malachy, and he goes offl to Dublin.
‘My family is disappearing in front of me,’ says Mam.
Laman Griffin doesn’t climb down to go to the toilet. He uses a pot in his room.
The Irish Army is looking for boys who are musical. They want to train them in the Army School of Music. They accept my brother, Malachy, and he goes offl to Dublin.
‘My family is disappearing in front of me,’ says Mam.
Laman Griffin doesn’t climb down to go to the toilet. He uses a pot in his room.
- Apr 23 Thu 2009 00:00
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文章1
We have holes in our socks and shoes. We wear short trousers until we’re fourteen. We wear short trousers until we’re fourteen. We wear the same shirt day and night. It’s the shirt for school, for football, for climbing walls, for Mass. When I sit down in church, people smell the air and move away. If Mam gets a ticket for a new shirt at the St Vincent de Paul, the old shirt becomes a towel. It hangs wet over the chair by the tap for months.
We go to school through the lanes and back streets so we don’t meet the boys from the rich school. They wear wool jackets, school scarves, shirts, ties and shiny new boots. We know that they will go to university, take over the family business, run the government, run the word. We’ll be the boys on bicycles bringing their letters and bread. We’ll be driving lorries and bringing their coal. Our sisters will look after their children and clean their floors.
Grandma’s neighbour, Mrs Purcell, has the only radio in her lane. I love the radio. On Sunday nights I sit outside her house and listen. You can hear plays by Shakespeare himself. Shakespeare’s the best of all, even if he is English. He’s as good as potatoes with butter. There are strange plays about Greeks too, who pull out their eyes because they marry their mothers by mistake. I want a radio.
We haven’t paid for our house in Roden Lane for the past four weeks.
We go to school through the lanes and back streets so we don’t meet the boys from the rich school. They wear wool jackets, school scarves, shirts, ties and shiny new boots. We know that they will go to university, take over the family business, run the government, run the word. We’ll be the boys on bicycles bringing their letters and bread. We’ll be driving lorries and bringing their coal. Our sisters will look after their children and clean their floors.
Grandma’s neighbour, Mrs Purcell, has the only radio in her lane. I love the radio. On Sunday nights I sit outside her house and listen. You can hear plays by Shakespeare himself. Shakespeare’s the best of all, even if he is English. He’s as good as potatoes with butter. There are strange plays about Greeks too, who pull out their eyes because they marry their mothers by mistake. I want a radio.
We haven’t paid for our house in Roden Lane for the past four weeks.
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