The angles in a love triangle

A love triangle involves three people 

in a romantic relationship.

A triangle has its internal angles that add up to 180°. 

When it comes to a sysmmetrical shape:

An isosceles triangle will have two angles the same size. 

an equilateral triangle, all angles will be 60° . 

A right-angled triangle will have one angle that is 90°

A love triangle also has its internal angles 

that add up to 180°.

It rarely comes to a state of 

an equilateral triangle with all angles being 60° . 

If it does, 

all the three people will be hurt most 

when the love triangle finally breaks up.

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Frente - Bizarre Love Triangle (2014 Remaster)

Every time I think of you

I get a shot right through

Into a bolt of blue

It's no problem of mine

But it's a problem I find

Living the life that I can't leave behind

There's no sense in telling me

The wisdom of a fool won't set you free

But that's the way that it goes

And it's what nobody knows

And every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray

I'm waiting for the final moment

You say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good

I feel like I never should

Whenever I get this way

I just don't know what to say

Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

I'm not sure what this could mean

I don't think you're what you seem

I do admit to myself

That if I hurt someone else

Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray

I'm waiting for the final moment

You'll say the words that I can't say

Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray

I'm waiting for the final moment

You'll say the words that I can't say

Disposal of Old Items and the Attached Memories

The dusty old things always evoke some happy or sad memories.

If the items belong to you,

and if you feel that you can handle them well,

you can dispose of them in any way you like.

However, if the items are not yours,

don’t force other people to dispose of them in a way you like,

it is very selfish and self-righteous to do so.

Chinese Translation

塵封的舊物，

總會勾起某些開心或傷感的回憶。 

若屬於自己的， 

又覺得自己可以好好的處理的， 

才好拿來「斷捨」；

若不是屬於自己的， 

都不要輕率並粗暴地要人「斷捨」， 

那是很自私和自以為是的！

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A film on the Disposal of Old Items 

and the Attached Memories

American Pie

Don Maclean - America Pie 

A long long time ago

I can still remember how

That music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

Something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

So

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But, that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

They were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Don't speak, it speaks

When a relationship is to be broken, 

a perfectionlist will express clearly so that 

there is a clear ending for the relationship.

Such a clear expression is 
good to the perfectionist, 
it can release his emotional burden, 

but it will in reverse add even greater 

emotional burden on the other if 

the other is not equally a perfectionist. 

If a relationship is to be broken,  

there will be another way 

to end the relationship: 

Don't speak,  

just leave gradually and quietly. 

It speaks.

No Doubt - Don't Speak

You and me, we used to be together

Every day together, always

I really feel that I'm losin' my best friend

I can't believe this could be the end

It looks as though you're lettin' go

And if it's real, well, I don't want to know

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Our memories, well, they can be inviting

But some are altogether mighty frightening

As we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands, I sit and cry

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts, no, no, no

Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

And I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

It's all ending

We gotta stop pretending

Who we are

You and me

I can see us dyin'

Aren't we?

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

No, no, don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

And I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

I know what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't speak, don't speak

Don't speak, no

I know what you're thinkin'

And I don't need your reasons

I know you're good, I know you're good

I know you're real good, oh

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

Don't, don't, ooh, ooh

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Oh, hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush, darling

Tom's Diner

I am sitting

In the morning

At the diner

On the corner

I am waiting

At the counter

For the man

To pour the coffee

And he fills it

Only halfway

And before

I even argue

He is looking

Out the window

At somebody

Coming in

"It is always

Nice to see you"

Says the man

Behind the counter

To the woman

Who has come in

She is shaking

Her umbrella

And I look

The other way

As they are kissing

Their hellos

And I'm pretending

Not to see them

And instead

I pour the milk

I open

Up the paper

There's a story

Of an actor

Who had died

While he was drinking

It was no one

I had heard of

And I'm turning

To the horoscope

And looking

For the funnies

When I'm feeling

Someone watching me

And so

I raise my head

There's a woman

On the outside

Looking inside

Does she see me?

No, she does not

Really see me

'Cause she sees

Her own reflection

And I'm trying

Not to notice

That she's hitching

Up her skirt

And while she's

Straightening her stockings

Her hair

Has gotten wet

Oh, this rain

It will continue

Through the morning

As I'm listening

To the bells

Of the cathedral

I am thinking

Of your voice

And of the midnight picnic

Once upon a time

Before the rain began

I finish up my coffee

And it's time to catch the train

After the day at the sunset of life

As now I have reached my old age, 

I know that not much big deal 

can be done anymore. 

I also learn that not many people will 

care or pay attention to what deal I do, if any. 

However, I still have the passion, 

I am always an enthusiastic onlooker to watch 

what others are doing. 

If anyone would so choose to chat with me, 

I am definitely willing to tell him about 

my insights towards life. 

人到晚年，可以做的事不多了。 

想做也沒什麼人會理會或留意了。 

若心還熱的， 

也只能冷眼旁觀人世事。 

若有誰會和我聊聊天， 

我一定會告訴他有關我能洞識的天機。 

When I was young listening to some songs 

about the elderly written by some young artists, 

I was not much impressed. 

When I am now old listening to these same songs, 

I surprisingly find that those some young artist had written very good songs on the elderly which I shared much: 

年青時聽年青人創作有關老人的歌曲歌詞， 

沒什麼感覺。到老時再聽那些歌， 

覺得他們寫有關老人的歌曲歌詞，寫得很好呢:

Barclay James Harvest

THE POET

Here I sit watching the day out

No-one beside me who may doubt

All of the words that I could chose to say

So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me

And sit in the shade of an old tree

To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts

To say nothing much, never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now

They just don't know why or know how

They don't seem to care about all that I've seen

They just walk on by never knowing I've been

Sitting up here where I'm wind blown

Only to ask and to be shown

Things that would make you believe what I say

I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day

AFTER THE DAY

The eyes of night march slowly by

The last grain falls

The kneeling man just sighs

Protected by the one great wall

Of coloured parts

He probes his clouded mind

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day

With trembling hands he wipes his eyes

He tries to stand

But does not feel the need

The morning sun shines on

The multicoloured cross

Left standing through it all

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day