写文字时,喜欢开着音箱,随便什么歌,只要有飘出来的音符,全身舒坦。
Windflowers,
my father told me
not to go near them,
he said he feared them always,
and he told me that they carried him away.
Windflowers,
beautiful windflowers,
I couldn't wait to touch them,
to smell them I held them closely,
and now I cannot break away ,
their sweet bouquet disppears,
like the vapor in the desert,so take a warning, son.
Windflowers,
Ancient windflowers,
their beauty captures every young dreamer,
who lingers near them,
but Ancient windflowers,
I love you.
歌里说:我的爸爸从前警告过我,不要去靠近风花,那种古老的风花,一旦靠近了就会离不开它,就会时时地追逐它,使自己痛苦。但是我没有听话。果然,我如今再也离不开它了。
从前,我曾是个渴望着有不朽爱情的人。
再从前,我曾是个渴望着惊心动魄的故事发生在我身上的人。
很早的从前,大人就告诫我,离幻想要远一点,说幻想就象一块冰,看着晶莹,碰上去会让你一直冷到心里。
然而,心里那古老的风花还是摇曳着,摇曳着,所以,我总是情不自禁。
一曲终了,才知道,飘飞的风花原来是自己凋零的心,有些声音是在教我们慢慢去体会,去感受。