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June 25 起风了 背景音乐换成了中村中的-風立ちぬ。
听不懂，但是，为什么每次听得都要哭呢？
别人翻译的歌词，稍作修饰，写的真好
不用目送我离去了吧
还一直坚信会再相见的你真单纯 若是明天不会到来就好了 为何我总是让你为难 总是像个不懂事的孩子似的 请求你的原谅 越来越遥远 那个背影 与我的梦相重叠 在这寒冷的天空下 你没有回头 就像是出逃一样地离开 连再见都没法说出口 我真是个坏人啊 明白了一些谎言的我们 渐渐成熟 却总是被肉眼无法看到的东西所迷惑 就这样专心一意地 无论吹来的风多么强烈 都不动摇 因为能感受得到你的脚步 越来越遥远 那个背影 即使将要输给寂寞 也依然要注视着 依然坚信能够再相见的你 就这样目不转睛地注视着 远去的背影 就算会被寂寞给打败 我想守护 相信着我们会再重逢的你
想要守护你
嗯。昨天的那些事情，过去了就过去了吧。当下，还有很多美好的事情，等着我们。抱紧自己现在拥有的，也是一种幸福。 恋恋 心间 若永远 抑或初见 明月卷珠帘 无心惹了红颜 可怜薄泪湿枕边 纵使欢颜却也涟涟 轻挥衣袖抚琴弦 谁人凝听夜半 却为知己弹 衣带渐宽 寻百遍 未现 缘 June 17 A Stupid SongCan I write a stupid song?, Can I cry forevermore? Can I cover what I long? 'Cause the truth is not this song 已经很久没有写关于心情的文字，不管是为自己，还是为自己以外的人。可能，也许，大概，有的时候，还是写点什么会比较好吧。上面的歌词来自于Skylark的A stupid song。
能不能写首痴情的歌，能不能永远哭着，能不能把过去抛掉。或者，能不能日夜都抽泣着，能不能远离自己的直觉，或者，只是假装自己什么都没看到。或许，要隐藏着那份真实的自己，很辛苦。或许说，隐藏着，本身也是一种罪过。真的可以隐藏自己想要的么？好难。
不过，怎么说呢？有没有什么，可以把自己从这份情感中解脱出来？或许，自己还是习惯生活在自己的幻影中，想着超越着这些，以为离开了这个地方，却没有办法离开那些刻骨的爱。
嗯，没有所以。只是希望，这样的心情，能够慢慢的平复下来。
希望有人可以明白。共勉。 June 10 纪念日 好久不写东西，脑子生锈的同时，似乎，手指也是一样。
日子，走了又来，来了又走。人，也就这样的随着日子行走。不知道自己最终会走向何方，只能看到季节的变化，还有从身边疾驶而过的风景。不管自己是不是有意的放慢脚步，身边的风景却毫不领情，依然故我的成为发黄的相片。所以，自己把喜欢的风景刻在心上，却也在无意中，成为别人梦里的那道绚烂的彩虹。
不过，有些安慰的是，自己的一生虽然可能一直漂泊，却也能享受一些飘泊中相对的安定。总会有一个自己喜欢的地方，无论是那里的人，还是那里的事情。
或许，某次的相遇，就会成为一生的唯一。
豆芽在Delta满两年了，祝贺下。同样，也祝贺这周要bg的表妹，满一年哦。 April 15 Midnight walking 在成功得第三次把sample炸掉以后，我用于可以松口气，至少现在是没有办法继续找灵感了。希望，白天，能有些许的火花闪现吧。
关掉灯，从公司走出来，天居然下了雾，虽然不浓，但也把视野遮住了不少。似乎整个世界，能够尽收眼底。路上没有什么行人，只有偶尔呼啸而过的车。这个时候的夜，显得那么的安静和神秘。脸上偶尔觉得滴下几滴雨，不知道是雨水，还是雾气凝结成的水滴。就这么走着走着，衣服也慢慢的变得潮湿起来。道路好像被清扫过了，就连尘土都静静的躺着，生怕行人打扰了它，让已经落定的尘埃，再次在那里起起伏伏。走到小区门口，愕然发现落叶铺满了路边。灯光把一切都照成了黄的颜色，偶尔一阵阵风吹过来，忘了季节。以为深情款款的秋，又回来了，而不是这，让人感觉到几许惆怅的早春。
昨天，好像也是相同的场景。只是，并没有过午夜，而且，ipod塞住了自己的耳朵。仿佛世界都不存在了，天地间只有自己在行走。边走边唱，不需在意路人错愕的神情，因为，人，本来也不必为了别人而活着，为了那些纷纷扰扰活着。曾说过，活着便精彩。狂风细雨迷雾，都有它的意义。风吹雨打雾散以后，会有阳光暖心头。有人说，下雾了，明天一定是个晴天。那，晴天，实际上是不是在自己心里呢？
有时候，思绪会跟着身体一起行走，有些时候，身体会伴着情感一同悲伤。或者说，流的那些泪，别人看到的只是泪和悲伤，不过，对于自己，是不是可以杀菌的同时，清洗一下自己的心情呢？落在心里的这些，应该，也会凝结成珍珠吧。
思绪越飘越远。话说，这欧冠马上就要开始了。是不是要看一下巴塞罗那呢？这真是个难题。。。 April 13 Falling slowly ... ...
Words fall through me / And always fool me / And I can't react
And games that never amount / To more than they're meant / Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home / We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice / You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me / And I cannot go back
Moods that take me and erase me / And I'm painted black
... ...
-- "Falling slowly" from "Once"
Are you really here / or am I dreaming / I cannot tell dream from truth...
When I get really lonely / The distance calls it only silence...
Are you really sure / that you believe me / When others say I lie.....
-- "If you want me" from "Once"
这两首来自"Once"中的歌，不知道是不是因为太柔声倾诉，所以弄得我眼泪扑扑的直掉。或者说，自己直接间接的感受到这样的心情。有些话，对于别人或许是欺骗，但是，对于自己，又何尝不是？有些事情，就像是游戏么--如果不能达到所预期的那样，就会慢慢的消亡？或许，事情就是这样。心情，有时就像是魔鬼，控制着自己，吞噬着自己，而自己，变得很悲观。其实，可能事情最后还是在于自己。
有些时候，看起来的谎言，才是真实的，只是，人们习惯了自己的思维方式，而不愿意接受和自己不同的观点。所以对于自己知道的理解的，不需要去管对错吧。只需要，坚定的相信和支持，就够了。
胡言乱语中。。。 April 12 Once If you know that something doesn't have the ending that you're picturing, what will you do?
If you don't know what your future will be like, will you still follow your emotion at the very beginning?
"Once" tells us a story about lovers, or more precisely, the story between a boy and a girl, who are connected by music, not affection. The boy, whose wife leaves him, works in a shop mending vacuum cleaners and sings on the street. In daytime, he plays songs that're popular and in the night, he plays pieces that he writes himself, just because he can play freely when there're few people around. He can express himself through music as much as he likes. His music attracks a girl, who has a son of 2 years old and whose husband is not with him. She's immigrant from Czeth, whose father ever taught her piano and whose mother can speak little English. But she cannot afford a piano and only can play an hour a day in a musical instrument store. So on their second meet, they come to the music shop together where they have their first co-play. He plays guitar and she plays piano. He writes the song and she sings along. The song is called "Falling slowly".
Then he comes to her home and she takes his CD player. There's song he write and doesn't have lyrics. She run out at night for batteries and when she walks back home, she sings the words she writes for it. The song's called "If you want me".
They decide to make a record of their songs. They understand each other. Finally they manage to make the record and the boy decides to London for his music dream. But she won't go with him. She has to look after her child. The boy wants to say goodbye to her but when he comes to her home, she's out at work. So there's not a single face-to-face goodbye for them. He goes to London. Her husband comes back at last and they live together. He sends a new piano to her. And that's the end.
It's such a story, leaving regret for two young men whose hearts are very close to each other. But maybe we cannot call it a regret. In their heart, it's good memory.
Once but no more, it's life.
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