這小石頭

The way you drop
Is like a stone
Making out you're flying
But you've just been thrown

'Til kingdom comes
And through bitten tongues
These eyes get stung
With every curse that's sung

These twisted times
Can't compare to mine
And heaven knows
Where loving goes

I should have guessed
When I took that pill
Do I love her still
Well that's just a chill
- hope sandoval

有關這件事, 我沒有細意用筆記載, 我打開電腦, 把故事給友人動氣地說了一回, 愛人返來,又聽我細數小事。雖然事情猶如雞毛, 猶如小孩耍玩。
我不要把小石頭埋伏, 放開手, 又打開, 先掌握種植美好。