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每次听到这首歌的时候
就会想起那一段迷离的岁月

十年前的自己,像只刺猬一样的敏感与多疑
一点点风吹草动,都会认为是伤害

很多时候都在感觉孤独
受不了别人的冷落,受不了别人稍微异样的眼神

毫不怀疑地肯定自己的与众不同,像是迷恋自己的纳西索斯
也曾经自负的认为自己无所不为,无所不知
也曾莽撞地去勉强做些力所不及的事情

结果碰得头破血流
真是傻得像个孩子

浑浑噩噩的,就这么过来了
如今也学会了察言观色,也学会了和蔼可亲
心里虽然也常有波澜,却懂得控制

不能说长大不好,毕竟整个人都平和了很多
但那一段难得的刺猬岁月
仍然让我无比怀念



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Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
There is no finer harbour all around can be found,
Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.
The first time I saw her she passed me by,
And the next time that I saw her she bid me goodbye,
But the last time I saw her it grieved my heart sore,
For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore.
If I had the power the storms for to rise,
I would make the wind blow and I'd darken the skies,
I would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
Till the day that my darling away from Culmore.
To the back parts of America my love I 'll go and see,
For it's there I know no-one and no-one knows me,
And if don't find her I 'll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I 'll wander for the maid of Culmore
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