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怎么想，怎么着，无论如何

都挺好。

 

 

我想为你写一首诗
诗的名字叫做，月亮上的人。

你是否像我一样
看到，闪耀着光芒迷蒙的月亮

睡5个小时的我有点疲惫，不知道睡5个小时的你是不是也和我一样。
这首歌很迷人，让我想起那些无数次试图去捕捉的空气
我知道我什么都捕捉不到，我只能抓到近在咫尺的你的手，
衰老，所有的人都在衰老，从出生的那时开始衰老。
可是不知为什么，我此刻只能看见那弥漫着水气的月亮，看见银色的光芒。








MUSIC:
Mercury Rev：Holes
Mercury Rev
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Holes

time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smokelike streams
that flow into your dreams
that big blue open sea
that can't be crossed
that can't be climbed
just born between
oh the two white lines
distant gods and faded signs
of all those blinking lites
you had to pick the one tonite
holes, dug by little moles
angry jealous spies
got telephones for eyes
come to you as friends
all those endless ends
that can't be tied
oh they make me laugh
and always make me cry
'til they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones
of all the stones I throw
how does that old song go
how does that old song go
bands, those funny little plans
that never work quite right

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