I don’t need an idol anymore

Perhaps your last e-mail is the last words I can receive from you,

I am sorry to let you know it’s too heavy for me.

I always ask myself how bad I am to hurt you like this.

In fact, I do hope to meet up again, at least give me an answer,

Something I don’t understand, to let me feel released.

The worst situation it is going to be,

But not in a romantic way.

Perhaps you are a quite special person I have ever met,

Just like an unfinished story,

I look forward to every time when you bring me the advanture,

That I could steal a piece of your colourful world,

What I never belongs to.

But we have to breakdown all the illusions,

If life is plain,

I choose to fill up all the empty,

By my own colour pen.

2010.11.9

(be your own story teller, S)