breakfast in the mornings

I don't know where to start or how to start;
I don't know where to end or how to end.

Perhaps just like it had been all these while, there will never ever be a full-stop.
We went on creating memories with commas and semi-colons.
A full-stop came but somehow it ended up with a tail.

But I guess tonight sums it up simply.
Was it a sense of loss?
Or was it rather a sense of relief?
Perhaps it is a case of ambiguity and anonymity that none of us like to break.
An equivocation that we simultaneously choose to have common grounds.

I think I don't owe you anything.
I think you owe me much more.
But there will be no peace if we keep digging the old linen
and shuffing it in each other's face.

Just like that.
A comma,
A semi-colon;
A common knowing.

I like Pin Guan's new song.
Some feelings never fade to black because it has its roots so deeply rooted
that it is near impossible to uproot it.

思念是一种很玄的东西,如影随形

现在的我们都，很好。