生命的藍色線條 Wave of sadness came...

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I can be cruel
I don't know why
Why can't my ba.ll.oo.n stay up in a perfectly windy sky

( Tori Amos: Cruel,from the choirgirl hotel, Atlantic Records, 1998. )





I can be cruel?
I also could be nice?
BUT,
Is it that not being nice equals cruel?

I looked upon the sky,
                    the cloudless and sort of windy sky,
nothing over there, but stars and the silent moon.
Headlight flashing quickly, coldly, and shiny.

Wondering that, what would it did to me?
                guilty? numb? or, dead?

Wish i would not think about it anymore.
Forget about it for good.

C.R.U.E.L.?