在离家前18小时记."我们再也回不去了"……
我没有去送他们,也不奢望他们送我.安静的离开,让那些属于这里的记忆凝固.一声"保重",足够.
想重新去听那些好久没有回味过的歌,却发现有些旋律直到现在还一直在回避着,而又不舍得删除掉……
而又有些时候,一不小心就单曲循环了一整天.
"就当这是一次旅行,带上耳机,带上喜欢的书,看看路上的风景……"
——嗯,就是这样.但是到达了目的地之后我们就很少再回到那个曾经熟悉而今却渐渐陌生起来的起点了.
本来想在离开前试试山寨一下这张照片,却没有找到合适的设备在合适的拍摄时间和地点拍出一张那样的照片在合适的时间发出来,而牡丹江的亮化方式似乎也并不合适.但是遗憾会让我们更加怀念这里. 
When I feel so bad,when I feel so sad,
I’m longing at the time we had,the time I can’t forget.
时光的河
入海流
终于我们分头走
没有哪个港口
是永远的停留
脑海之中
有一个
凤凰花开的路口
有我最珍惜的
朋友——《凤凰花开的路口》
They have left,for their dream.
AND,I’ll leave soon,too.
x4
For U,remember my voice,plz.
归 – 龙井
即将离家,北漂… … 
LOMO相机收到了,却发现忽然没什么idea了. 
又把那些文章的标题改回"Chaos"了… …这些算不上回忆的微博合集似乎不配那个词.
What I wanna buy:
Sony Ericsson X10 mini pro(U20i)
Sennheiser CX400-II
iPod nano 5
这是"离开"Chinese Mainland之后的第一篇文章… …我并不反动,我只是想说些自己的话,像我希望的那样,像他一样…… 
一个自闭的人是不会让"陌生人"们接近最真实而脆弱的自己的.对不起… … 
我到一切都结束的时候也还不知道她的名,也无从知道她们到底去了哪里.I never said it,and I still alone.
All the words above were combined by the effect of the alcohol , just a liittle……
The last month at home.
谁也回不去昨天,没权力重来一遍.生活推着你向前,从离开家的那天… …
这句歌词拿出来当签名,却被人当做离家出走 –.-!!
Sunny,rainy.Sunny again,rainy again……
大概是最后一次和好友们一起压马路了.那些即使在这并不算大的城市也会开着手机导航乱跑的日子,消逝了.
We’ll……separate……
Mirror……but I can’t see.
You Were There @ I.C.O.
The island bathes in the sun’s bright rays
Distant hills wear a shroud of grey
A lonely breeze whispers in the trees
Sole witness to history
Fleeting memories rise
From the shadows of my mind
Sing “nonomori” – endless corridors
Say “nonomori” – hopeless warriors
You were there
You were there
Am I forever dreaming
How to define the way I’m feeling
You were there
Countless visions they haunt me in my sleep
You were there
Though forgotten all promises we keep
Slaves to our destiny
I recall a melody
Sing “nonomori” – seasons lit with gold
Say “nonomori” – legends yet untold
You were there
You were there
Happiness follows sorrow
Only believing in tomorrow
You were there
Countless visions they haunt me in my sleep
You were there
Though forgotten all promises we keep
The island bathes in the sun’s bright rays
Distant hills wear a shroud of grey
A lonely breeze whispers in the trees
Sole key to this mystery
