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本帖最后由 noline 于 5.12.2012 01:19 编辑
又到了这样的周期,还赶上一些人来疯。随便翻翻可能爱上的歌,似乎总能有些收获,然后让它牵引我的思绪,当然如果遇上了灵魂捕手般的 Elliott Smith,或可牵出更多的东西,至少是灵魂里那能和他搭上的一小块,一种带着痛苦,绝望,阴郁的善良和温柔,一种已经决心别离这个复杂现实的平静与自如,仅是念着你,从所有记忆中无法筛去一阵烟雾,what a fucking joke, what a fucking joke。
我终于理解了的事实是,我无法理解我们的玩世不恭,即使对于我们,都可以用各自的玩世不恭,解决掉,然后告诉自己一切其实也没有那么认真,并且狂傲的证明自己可以用此等不认真去对待看上去更认真的事情。所以,好吧,i didn't unterstand,我无法理解地想念。
Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love
Then ignore, put out, and put away
And so you'd soon be leaving me alone like I'm supposed to be
Tonight, tomorrow, and every day
There's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
Trying to occupy space
What a fucking joke
What a fucking joke
I waited for a bus to separate the both of us
And take me off, far away from you
'Cos my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why, I guess that I just do
You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of a never never land
And I could have gone to that place
But I didn't understand
I didn't understand
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