get lost

zhuliu.

tôi không thích ai.

he haunted my every waking moment, a specter that lingered in the shadows of my mind. he was the ghost that refused to be laid to rest, the echo of a love that was never meant to survive the storm. in his eyes, i saw the reflection of all i had lost and all i would never regain. he haunted every corner of my mind, a shadow that never faded with the light. every thought, every whispered word, carried his presence. he was the knife in my side, the ghost that kept me awake at night.
          he was not just a man; he was my torment, 
                                                                 my obsession.

you burn in my memory like a ghost that refuses to fade, and im left wandering in the ashes of your departure, searching for the light that once was.

hèn hạ và giả dối, lũ các người không đáng được cứu rỗi.

"Tu m'as donné ta boue et j'en ai fait de l'or..." (Em trao cho ta bùn đất, và ta đã biến nó thành vàng...) — Les Fleurs du mal, Baudelaire.

"il pleure dans mon cœur comme il pleut sur la ville." — Paul Verlaine. 

je t'aime plus qu'hier et moins que demain.

anh không cần cái chi để giữ lại một trăm đồng bạc, anh không cần mưa nặng hạt phủi mất dạng những giọt lệ nơi em – chính anh sẽ tự mình làm điều ấy, qua cái hôn đằm thắm bằng đôi môi em trao lòng. 

Jeg avviser deg.