When I was little, I went home one day and asked mom:
Mom, Zhang Shu and I pass by a store selling sticky candies. I struggled not to go in... Why, mom, that I can't resist the temptation of selling candy? She didn't even look at it...
Mom:
Well. You had the candy before. It's sweet and nice. Of course you wanted that again. But you resisted the temptation with effort. It's harder to do for you than for Zhang, as she never understands how nice the candy tasted.
Love has it all. That's why I am trapped. I understand now...
I also understand why I wanted to go to the art museum when I was extremely confused, unsatisfied and frustrated. I will have an illusion that I have found love. It probably will calm me down, with its deep beauty or stories of tragedy. With waves of emotions and reasons. It's a mimic of love.
It's too good to be true / There's nothing to compare / Like heaven above / I miss you so much
Mom, Zhang Shu and I pass by a store selling sticky candies. I struggled not to go in... Why, mom, that I can't resist the temptation of selling candy? She didn't even look at it...
Mom:
Well. You had the candy before. It's sweet and nice. Of course you wanted that again. But you resisted the temptation with effort. It's harder to do for you than for Zhang, as she never understands how nice the candy tasted.
Love has it all. That's why I am trapped. I understand now...
I also understand why I wanted to go to the art museum when I was extremely confused, unsatisfied and frustrated. I will have an illusion that I have found love. It probably will calm me down, with its deep beauty or stories of tragedy. With waves of emotions and reasons. It's a mimic of love.
It's too good to be true / There's nothing to compare / Like heaven above / I miss you so much