♥ ; Saturday, June 2, 2007
最美的不是下雨天,是曾与你躲过雨的屋檐 ♥
Laugh, and the world laugh with you;
weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borro its mirth.
But has trouble enough of its own.
sing, and the hills will answers;
sigh, it is lost on the air.
the echoes bound to a joy sound.
but shrink from voicing care.
rejoice, and the men will seek you;
grieve, and they turn and go.
they want full measure of all your pleasure,
but they do not need your woe.
be glad, and your friends are many.
be sad, and you lost them.
there are none to decline your neithar'dwine,
but alone you must drink life's gall.
feast, and your hall rea crowded.
fast, and the world goes by.
succeed and give, and it help you live.
but no man can help you die.
there is no room in the halls of pleasur.
for a large and lordly trian,
but one by one we must all file on.
through the narrow aisles of pain.
♥ 2:38 PM, Because you broke the promise you made. 
