节气大暑，又暴雨，大爱，阴沉得似要末世的天。

就是觉得痛快。

 

有排没再写日志，不过的确常常在草稿页整理心情。

通透的分享也可能成为一种负担，

他人的理解带有惯常的倾向性,

甚至和信息表达的本质没有交集。

 

 

热情和爱太多，给予成为下意识，

却忘记了拿捏份量，碰冰尴尬的是自己。

 

能说的，不在善变的生活里，

没被听到的，都在话音里。

不见懂的心思。

 

 

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Silje Nergaard-Be Still My Heart《Love Song for Dear Heart》

 

My heart is not lonely or broken
It's not of ice or of gold
Nor has my heart ever spoken
To me when a love has grown cold

I felt not the faintest flatter
When you brushed my cheek as you passed
Nor will I willingly clutter
My life with these thing that don't last

Be still my heart
My heart be still

If our eyes should meet then so be it
No need to trouble the heart
That is hidden where no one can free it
Only to tear it apart

Beware,

be still my heart,

 

to care,

my heart be still.