Wednesday, February 22, 2006
If there was a sinking ship, with one life jacket, I would let you have it.
If there was a doomed airplane, with one parachute, I would let you use it.
If there was a road accident, with only one ambulance, I would let you go with it.
If there was a collapse, with only one survivor, I would let you be it.
If there was a game, with only one prize, I would let you win it.
If there was a shooting star, with only one wish, I would let you make it.
If there was a famine, with only one dish, I would let you eat it.
If there was a drought, with only one bottle, I would let you drink it.
If there were only you. You, who have yet to exist.
思念是一种病 {11:10 pm}
