夜已深
还不想睡
楼下不时传来汽车的警报声，
像虫儿在叫。
听着自己喜欢的歌曲。
原以为可以平复刚被大浪冲回岸边的心，
但歌曲却播到了“天灰”。
“我的天空今天有点灰”
发觉有很多不同，但我没勇气。
开不了口。
受伤了，只有自己懂。
“我的心是个落叶的季节”
发觉有很多不同，但我没勇气。
接受不了。
害怕了，没人懂。
“我不知道如何度过今夜”
发觉有很多不同，但我没勇气。
提出不了。
后悔了，有谁懂？
“所有的灯早已经全都熄灭”
发觉了，我的灯原来熄了。
那盏勇气之灯熄了，灭了。
我慌了，害怕了。
试过寻找，却没有从前那样的亮。
接着歌曲播放到“我们怎么了”。
“明明从前连争执都很甜美”
那个怎么说都无所谓的我。
“现在怎会说句话就弄痛一遍”
想找回从前大量的我。
你们看我的眼神没变。
变的是我看你们的角度。
Labels: Feelings
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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