他夏了夏天

他夏了夏天
蘇打綠 (Sodagreen)

几点钟结束梦他按下闹钟
如往常开始了一天生活
忙工作忙收获早餐吃什麽
他和他维持齿轮的脉搏

汗水在他的身上化成了彩虹
步伐的节奏延续生命的河流
默默在岗位战斗的每个小小英雄
富有和贫穷卑微和伟大相同
他从不害怕自己被人群淹没
中午吃便当是他最大享受

几点钟也许是月出的时候
如往常结束了一天工作
他心中幻想着晚餐吃什麽
家里的让他不怕往前冲

疲累在他的身上化成了笑容
步伐的节奏开始不那麽沉重
轻轻旋转着夏天地面闷热的晚风
平凡或特别笨拙或聪明相同
他从不担心自己被世界折磨
甜蜜的负荷是他最大依托

带着笑容的睡意化成了彩虹
在他梦中一口气走上了星空
喧嚣地亮起整个夏天渴望的挥霍
清淡与浓烈好与坏他都尝过
他从不介意自己被命运作弄
按下了闹钟开启另一个梦

我有一个恋爱

In times of despair, pray to the stars.

我有一个恋爱──
我爱天上的明星；
我爱它们的晶莹：
人间没有这异样的神明。

在冷峭的暮冬的黄昏，
在寂寞的灰色的清晨，
在海上，在风雨后的山顶──
永远有一颗，万颗的明星！

山涧边小草花的知心，
高楼上小孩童的欢欣，
旅行人的灯亮与南针──
万万里外闪烁的精灵！

我有一个破碎的魂灵，
像一堆破碎的水晶，
散布在荒野的枯草里──
饱啜你一瞬瞬的殷勤。

人生的冰激与柔情，
我也曾尝味，我也曾容忍；
有时阶砌下蟋蟀的秋吟，
引起我心伤，逼迫我泪零。

我袒露我的坦白的胸襟，
献爱与一天的明星：
任凭人生是幻是真，
地球存在或是消泯──
大空中永远有不昧的明星！

~徐志摩

Beatlemania

I've asked myself many times which is my favourite Beatles song. But it is simply too hard to decide because the band has mostly marvellous pieces.

People often say that there is a Beatles song for every ocassion. It is true indeed. When your car is hit by a cowardly hit and run driver at the carpark, you tell yourself "Let it be". For my friends who have to work till wee hours at month end closing, I dedicate the song "8 Days a week" especially to them. Where to go for vacation? How about "Back in the USSR"? And on Saturday evenings while you wait impatiently in front of the radio for the 4D results to be announced, your heart is singing "Please Please me".


The Beatles at Cavern Club


Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band


Sir Paul McCartney

The Beatlemania on tour, that's about the closest I'll ever get to watching a live "Beatles" performance. 4 impersonating artists performed hit songs from The Beatles at the Esplanade Theatre tonight. Although they obviously lack the charms and charisma of the orignal Beatles members, they did their trade pretty well. Minus the personality aspects, The Beatles are still the greatest! Their songs move hearts, if not, at least the butts, as more than half the audience in Esplanade were on their feet by the end of the concert.

As I looked at footages from the 60s of fanatic Beatles fans on the screen, I began to wonder how it will be for me 20 years down the road, who will be the one standing beside me and if Mayday will still be performing my favourite songs... Perhaps I will no longer have the stamina to stand throughout a 3 hour concert, but you can count on it that I'll still be screaming!!!

口不对心

慵懒的星期天午后，
放空心情什么也不去做。
拉上窗帘，唱机里播放着肖邦的小夜曲。
看似很不恰当的情节，
但这里的宁静极度可怕,
环视渺无人烟的周围，
仿佛深夜已提早降临。

想乘着假日回避全世界，
蓦然却感到异常寂寞。
每当寂寞涌上心头，就决心一定要合群。
然而，有一种灵魂天生渴望孤独，
拥挤的空气会消磨它的能量。
仔细看清楚自己，
那只是口不对心而已。

#9 Dream

Feeling a little melancholy tonight as I mourn on the death anniversary of a great musician. John Winston Lennon was shot 4 times on his back and shoulder on this day in 1980. As the bullets burst his aorta, the dreams of love and peace of many were broken. It is doubtful that the world would become more peaceful and that there would be less war if he had lived, but we certainly have been deprived of greater works and ingenuity from this man.

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情歌

词：陈没
曲：伍冠谚
编曲：陈建骐

时光是琥珀 泪一滴滴被反锁
情书再不朽 也磨成沙漏
青春的上游 白云飞走苍狗与海鸥
闪过的念头 潺潺的溜走
命运好幽默 让爱的人都沉默
一整个宇宙 换一颗红豆
回忆如困兽 寂寞太久而渐渐温柔
放开了拳头 反而更自由
慢动作 缱绻胶卷 重播默片 定格一瞬间
我们在 告别的演唱会 说好不再见
你写给我 我的第一首歌
你和我 十指紧扣 默写前奏
可是那然后呢
还好我有 我这一首情歌
轻轻的 轻轻哼着 哭着笑着
我的 天长地久
长镜头 越拉越远 越来越远 事隔好几年
我们在 怀念的演唱会 礼貌的吻别
陪我唱歌 清唱你的情歌
舍不得 短短副歌 心还热着
也该告一段落
还好我有 我下一首情歌
生命宛如 静静的 相拥的河
永远 天长地久

Song (歌)

Lovely, lovely poem and beautifully translated by 徐志摩. I could weep everytime I read it.

Song by Christina Georgina Rossetti When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain. And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.

歌 徐志摩译 我死了的时候，亲爱的 别为我唱悲伤的歌 我坟上不必安插蔷薇 也无需浓荫的柏树 让盖着我的青青的草 霖着雨，也沾着露珠 假如你愿意，请记着我 要是你甘心，忘了我 我再不见地面的青荫　 觉不到雨露的甜蜜　 再听不到夜莺的歌喉　 在黑夜里倾吐悲啼　 在悠久的昏暮中迷惘 阳光不升起也不消翳 我也许，也许我记得你 我也许，我也许忘记

Or listen to it.

Wise Men In Their Bad Hours

Robinson Jeffers

Wise men in their bad hours have envied
The little people making merry like grasshoppers
In spots of sunlight, hardly thinking
Backward but never forward, and if they somehow
Take hold upon the future they do it
Half asleep, with the tools of generation
Foolishly reduplicating
Folly in thirty-year periods; they eat and laugh too,
Groan against labors, wars and partings,
Dance, talk, dress and undress; wise men have pretended
The summer insects enviable;
One must indulge the wise in moments of mockery.
Strength and desire possess the future,
The breed of the grasshopper shrills, "What does the future
Matter, we shall be dead?" Ah, grasshoppers,
Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made
Something more equal to the centuries
Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.
The mountains are dead stone, the people
Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened nor troubled
And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper.

* * * *

Are we fools by the way we live?
Not for the past, the future only the present.
Like the wise men in their bad hours.
Leaving behind not a dead stone,
More like dust and ashes.

Mon cœur s'ouvre à ta voix

Song from the opera, Samson and Delilah, known in English as "Softly awakes my heart".

Literally translated as "My heart opens itself to your voice". If only I can hear your voice once again...

Original French Mon cœur s'ouvre à ta voix, comme s'ouvrent les fleurs Aux baiser de l'aurore! Mais, ô mon bienaimé, pour mieux sécher mes pleurs Que ta voix parle encore! Dis-moi qu'à Dalila tu reviens pour jamais, Redis à ma tendresse Les serments d'autrefois, ces serments que j'aimais! Ah! réponds à ma tendresse! Verse-moi,verse-moi l'ivresse! Ainsi qu'on voit des blés les épis onduler Sous la brise légère, Ainsi frémit mon coeur, prêt à se consoler, A ta voix qui m'est chère! La flèche est moins rapide à porter le trépas, Que ne l'est ton amante à voler dans tes bras! Ah! réponds à ma tendresse! Verse-moi,verse-moi l'ivresse!

English Translation My heart opens itself to your voice like the flowers open To the kisses of the dawn! But, o my beloved, To dry my tears the best, Let your voice speak again! Tell me that to Dalila You will return forever, Repeat to my tenderness The oaths of other times, the oaths that I loved! Ah! respond to my tenderness! Pour out to me the drunkenness! Like one sees the wheat the blades undulate Under the light breeze, So trembles my heart, ready to be consoled, by your voice which is dear to me! The arrow is less quick to carry death, Than is your love to fly into thy arms! Ah! respond to my tenderness! Pour out to me the drunkenness!

Hope meets despair in equal measure

An exerpt from the book I am reading, "Six Months in Sudan" by James Maskalyk, a Canadian doctor who was with the Medecins Sans Frontieres (Doctors without Borders), and has worked in a war torn village in Sudan. Here are bits of the harsh reality of his work and how this experience has changed him.

Sometimes, I really marvel at human compassion. For humanitarian reasons, some people travelled distances, to places infested with diseases and threatened by wars. It is not that they are unafraid, but are convinced of the worthiness of their pursue.

As the author puts it, "Some of the work in repairing the world is grim; much of it is not. Hope not only meets despair in equal measure, it drowns it." I would like to think that the world is full of hope and a caring place too.

I salute these heros!

* * * * *

"He is talking about an acquaintance, a nurse, who worked during an Ebola outbreak in the Congo years before. He recounts her story of how, after days of watching people die of the incurable virus, she and her team decided that if there was nothing to offer those infected, no treatement, no respite, they would give them a bath. They put on goggles and masks, taped their gloves to their gowns, and cleaned their sick patients.

...I heard ten seconds of a story, and during them realised there were things I had not reckoned on.

It was the taping of the gloves. The whine of the white tape as it stretched around their wrists, forming a seal between their world and the bleeding one in front of them. I could imagine the grimness with which it was done, could see the flat faces of the doctors and nurses as they stepped into the room.

I rewound to a film loop of me kneeling on the dirt floor of the long hut we had build out of wood and grass to accomodate the surge of infected people. I was kneeling beside the bed of an infant who was feverish and had stopped drinking. I was trying, with another doctor to find a vein. The baby's mother sat helpless on the bed as we poked holes in her child. She was crying. She wanted us to stop. Small pearls of blood dotted his neck, his groin. We failed, his breathing worsened, and he died. I stood up, threw the needles in the sharps container, and walked away to attend someone else. Behind me his mother wailed. I can see my flat face.

People who do this type of work talk about the rupture we feel on our return, an irreconcilable invisible distance between us and others. We talk about how difficult it is to assimilate, to assume routine, to sample familiar pleasures. Though I could convince myself that the fissure was narrow enough to be ignored, it only took a glance to see how dizzyingly deep it was.

The rift, of course, is not in the world: it is within us. And the distance is not only ours. We return from the field, from an Ebola outbreak or violent clashes in Sudan, with no mistake about how the world is. It is a hard place - a beautiful place, but so too an urgent one. And we realise that all of us, through our actions or inactions, make it what it is...

... I believe that which separates action from inaction is the same thing that separates my friends from Sudan. It is not indifference. It is distance. May it fall away."

Bizarre memory

I have a bizarre memory relating to this song.

Many years ago, it was so long ago that I have forgotten which year it was, a guy confessed in me. He was in love with a woman, but the trouble was, he was married to another.

I did what a loyal friend would do... I listened. Listened to his happiness, his anguish, his guilt and confusion. It seemed that he knew he should not carry on an illegitimate relationship, but was unable to stop.

The radio played this song and we were silent. He dropped his head down and kept his hands busy, pretending to be engaged with something which I cannot remember what. Maybe he was avoiding further conversation. I took one glance at him, afraid that he would look back because I would then be lost for words to say. The air was so tensed, nearly suffocating. I sensed the emotional turbulence going through in his heart and at that very moment, it was as if I could feel every inch of the pain that he felt. That man was helplessness in a tangible form.

I told him to follow his heart. Now that I look back, it was one lousy advice to give. Moral value wise, I scored zero. It was better that I had said nothing, for who am I to comment about matters of heart? And men, they are strange creatures to start off with. They have so many desires but carelessly have little to give in return. Their world is in a constant state of impermanence; so fickle and mutable are their characteristics. No offense guys, I just don't understand. Yet, I have willingly fallen victim to you.

The last I heard, he was expecting a baby with his wife. Whether he has sort out his thoughts or is merely submitting to reality, I do not know. Whichever the case, I hope he is happy now. That is what choices in life should be based on.

爱情
作词:姚谦
作曲:张洪量



若不是因为爱着你
怎么会夜深还没睡意
每个念头都关於你
我想你 想你 好想你

若不是因为爱着你
怎会有不安的情绪
每个莫名的日子里
我想你 想你 好想你

爱是折磨人的东西
却又舍不得这样放弃
不停揣测你的心里
可有 我姓名

爱是我唯一的秘密
让人心碎却又着迷
无论是用什么言语
只会 只会 思念你

若不是因为爱着你
怎会不经意就叹息
有种不完整的心情
爱你 爱你 爱着你

Miss Sarajevo

Is there a right time for the right thing?
Is there one time for only one thing?

Or differences will always co-exist?
That they can all happen simultaneously.

Miss Sarajevo, the soundtrack from a short film of the same title. A film about a real life beauty pageant that was held in the midst of civil war in Bosnia in 1993. Such a great contrast that the most beautiful thrives amidst the ugliest, through tunnels and behind cellar. It depicts the fact that life goes on, despite all the turmoil and unrest, despite the indifference and helplessness from the rest of the world.

Perhaps, there is never a right time for anything; or everything is equally right at anytime. And if there should be a time for everything, would that mean peace?

War destroys beautiful things, not just beauty queens, but everything else that is beautiful. It destroys meaning, destroys hopes and dreams, destroy you and me.

"Don't let them kill us"... I share the same appeal as the beauty queens. Don't let war destroy all that are beautiful.



Miss Sarajevo
From the incredible union of U2 & Pavarotti

Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day

Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for curling hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear

Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown

Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell

Is there a time for first communion
A time for East Seventeen
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Is there time to be a beauty queen

Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown

Dici che il fiume
Trova la via al mare
E come il fiume
Giungerai a me
Oltre i confini
E le terre assetate
Dici che come il fiume
Come il fiume...
L'amore giungerà
L'amore...
E non so più pregare
E nell'amore non so più sperare
E quell'amore non so più aspettare

[Translation of the above]
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
and like the river
you will come to me
beyond the borders
and the dry lands
You say that like a river
like a river...
the love will come
the love...
And i don't know how to pray anymore
and in love i don't know how to hope anymore
and for that love i don't know how to wait anymore

[End of Translation]

Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze

Rose Rose I Love You

伤心恋爱歌曲篇

谁正被感情困扰？谁今晚睡不着觉？
是谁... 是谁？

谁想放弃却舍不得？谁想继续又缺乏勇气？
是谁... 是谁？

好吧，这篇伤心恋爱歌曲为你演奏。

烦恼，一下子就好。
接着，该重新起跑。

献给某位小朋友。

A song for 同志

A song that I've liked for a long time, but I never fully understood the meaning of it until I came to know that it was originally written as a 同志(gay) song.

The version that we frequently hear today has some parts of the lyrics re-written to "fit" a commercial album. The original version, while probably controversial is subtly beautiful. 既暧昧又含蓄。

First version in 1998 sung by 小平 and included in 《拥抱 同志专辑》
Later version in 1999 performed by 五月天 and included in their first album 《五月天第一张创作专辑》

Please enjoy both versions.


小平version (music by 五月天). Beautiful acoustic. Singer has a great voice.
终于明白为什么会失去形状，为什么是同样的身体。



五月天version. From their first concert. The singing part ain't great, but it's such a pretty sight to have 4 of them sit in a row strumming their guitars. Rarely get to see these days.

愛情的模樣 (Original 同志版)
词曲：阿信

你是巨大的海洋　我是雨下在你身上
我失去了自己的形狀
我看到遠方　愛情的模樣
愛在你身上飄蕩　品嚐你黃昏和朝陽
堅硬和柔軟的地方
是我的幻想　是你的樂章

你是誰　教我狂戀
教我勇敢地挑戰全世界
在一樣的身體裡面　一樣有愛與被愛的感覺
我愛誰　已無所謂
沒有誰能將愛情劃界限
在一樣的身體裡面　迷樣的魔力卻是更強烈

荷花池中泛著月亮　我在池邊不停流浪
天使和魔鬼的戰場
身體和靈魂　失眠的晚上
這世界全部的漂亮
不過你的可愛模樣　你讓我舉雙手投降
跨出了城墻　長出了翅膀

你是誰　教我狂戀
教我勇敢地挑戰全世界
在一樣的身體裡面　一樣有愛與被愛的感覺
我愛誰　已無所謂
沒有誰能將愛情劃界限
在一樣的身體裡面　迷樣的魔力卻是更強烈
你是巨大的海洋　我是雨下在你身上
我失去了自己的形狀
我看到遠方　愛情的模樣

青春之后,认输之前。。。

青春之后，认输之前。I didn't invent that, 阿信 did.

* * * *

Someone told me that in this season when nights are cold, people feel lonely a lot. He says that the sight of fallen leaves are unbearable, because of the emptiness it stirs up in the heart.

Those who tried to explain the feeling of loneliness are fools. How do you visualise a void? How would you grapple a heart with regrets? How could you scream out loud without being heard? For those who understood, it means no more than the word. For those who don't, they won't have a clue even if a book is written.

The autumn wind is cruel. Leaves fall, flowers wither, passion turns cold... constantly reminding one that all good things are ending. It is a depressing time, as if the world is dying. There ain't much more to anticipate, except for the bitter winter snow and days without warm sunlight.

Fortunately for season's change, spring will come once more and bring new hopes. But in life, seasons do not repeat. What is missed will be missed forever, what is lost will never be found. Life stories are not to be rewritten...

Which season in life are you at? I think I am in summer, like the weather in the little isle which I live. Regrets may be too early to recollect, but I hope there won't be plenty.

* * * *

听一首歌，没有重复的歌词。
活一次，无法重演的人生。
读一首， 后 青春期的诗，感动着。

五月天 - 如烟



Or listen to song here

我坐在床前 望着窗外回忆满天
生命是华丽错觉 时间是贼偷走一切

七岁的那一年 抓住那只蝉
以为能抓住夏天
十七岁的那年 吻过他的脸
就以为和他能永远

有没有那么一种永远 永远不改变
拥抱过的美丽 都再也不破碎
让险峻岁月不能 在脸上撒野
让生离和死别都遥远
有谁能听见

我坐在床前 转过头看谁在沉睡
那一张苍老的脸 好像是我紧闭双眼
曾经是爱我的 和我深爱的
都围绕在我身边
带不走的那些 遗憾和眷恋
就化成最後一滴眼泪

有没有那麽一滴眼泪能洗掉後悔
化成大雨降落在 回不去的街
再给我一次机会 将故事改写
还欠了他一生的 一句抱歉

有没有那么一个世界 永远不天黑
星星太阳万物都 听我的指挥
月亮不忙着圆缺 春天不走远
树梢紧紧拥抱着树叶
有谁能听见

耳际眼前此生重演
是我来自漆黑 而又回归漆黑
人间瞬间天地之间
下次我又是谁

有没有那么一朵玫瑰 永远不凋谢
永远骄傲和完美 永远不妥协
为何人生最後会像一张纸屑
还不如一片花瓣 曾经鲜艳

有没有那么一张书签 停止那一天
最单纯的笑脸和 最美那一年
书包里面装满了蛋糕和汽水
双眼只有无猜和无邪
让我们无法无天

有没有那么一首诗篇 找不到句点
青春永远定居在 我们的岁月
男孩和女孩都有 吉他和舞鞋
笑忘人间的苦痛 只有甜美

有没有那么一个明天 重头活一遍
让我再次感受 曾挥霍的昨天
无论生存或生活 我都不浪费
不让故事这么的後悔
有谁能听见
我不要告别

我坐在床前
看着指尖已经如烟

We almost forgot him!

He was the greatest joke of that time. Me and colleagues used to mimic him on those nights when we were so tired from work. Yet I almost forgot his name. But he earned a page in Wikipedia and released 3 albums. Not bad for a dude like him.

Rumour has it that he died of heroin overdose. True or false? I don't know.

It's still funny watching this clip now. Enjoy!

Say "Yes"...

What would it take for you to say "Yes"?

100 red roses?

1 carat diamond ring?

A romantic marriage proposal on top of Eiffel Tower?

This is a video clip of a very touching proposal. Give yourself 10 min to finish the clip, I hope you will enjoy it. Ming(冠佑)is the drummer of 五月天 and the proposal took place during the band's concert in Beijing. His wife is really a lucky woman.

Then, after the most perfect marriage proposal and the grandest wedding, what lies ahead is a long and diffcult journey that no one can foretell. Like I always say, marriage is a lifelong battle, I have never thought it to be easy, yet I did not imagine it could be so tough at times. At the altar, when you say "I do", do you really understand what you have got yourself into? And this sacred vow that has been broken time and time again by so many, does it still count? Well, doesn't matter what I think, life is a struggle anyway. Nothing is easy in life.

你给我一个秘密

让我触摸到星星

在一个夏日夜里

走入了你的森林

聆听着你的呼吸

世界就睡在梦里

孤单都已经离去

只留下天和地

我和你永远在一起

看着我的眼睛

为什么要哭泣

那幸福太容易

让我不敢相信

勾勾手盖手印

这一刻有约定

那爱情变美丽

因为我开始相信

Linkin Park in concert (13 Nov 2007)

"Up your volume by 3 notch." That's what I told people I met after I came out of Linkin Park's concert yesterday. For many hours I couldn't hear properly as I was almost deafen by the loud music from LP. They were great and it's incredible to watch them perform live!


Chester, lead singer. Great voice, lousy attitude. Haha... but he's still my favourite LP!


Oh Mike, oh my, looking great with his guitar. I love his rapping too.


Chester and Mike are my favourites.

The organiser of the concert suck big time though. Entrance to the stadium was not properly managed and there were little or no signage to indicate the directions. The queue was horrible (I think admission started too late) and fans were only fully admitted by 9pm, when the concert was scheduled to start at 8pm. Is that why the concert was so short?

It was the shortest concert I have ever been to, only lasted for 1.5 hours. By 10.30pm, LP was already done. And I couldn't believe they only sang 1 encore song (though it was my recent favourite, "Bleed it out" from Minutes to Midnight)!

In comparison, Mayday's concert was so much more value for money. They sang for 3 hours and there were 2 guest appearances (actually I rather not have them if the band can sing more songs). And fans of Mayday were civilised, unlike LP's who pushed and knocked others a lot.

Ok, ok, here's the mathematics. Mayday has 6 albums, LP has 3. That's why the concert time is reduced by half. Logical? Bull shit!


Linkin Park! Are they not cool?? Drool....

I am truly amazed that LP has so many fans here and many of them were so wild! They could sing to LP's every song and had the energy to jump all night... so very very high! Erm, but that also reminded me of myself several weeks ago when I was standing on the chair in Shanghai Stadium. No wonder at that time I kept feeling that the other fans around me were so "un-high". Actually that's how normal people would behave, I was the crazy one haha!

After yesterday, it is clear that I will be the most ardent fan only to Mayday, and LP, unfortunately, will always remain second.

Having said all that, I still think LP is a great band! They are less "angry" as compared to the other rock bands. That's what I love about them... come on, we are all civilised people, don't have to swear all the time.


P.S. Photos are downloaded from this website and not taken by me... don't you know you are not suppose to bring cameras into concerts? Flashes distract the performers! And respect IP please!

让我照顾你

一首很浪漫的词。 谁说爱情一定要轰轰烈烈？ 这样静静的，暖暖的， 浪漫的。。。也能很陶醉。

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By 五月天阿信

坐在我身旁你的心伤
不懂我也不想
但你的眼泪下在我心脏
回家的太阳红着眼框
心疼你的模样
影子的悲伤也变得更长
昨天谁让你受过伤
今天想要让你都遗忘

是你爱你让我变的更强
为你战斗永不投降
让我照顾你我要让雨停出太阳
我超越我自己的想象
风雨刀枪能为你挡
让我照顾你
让你未来放在我肩上

新的冷笑话巧克力糖
开始为你收藏
最近连睡觉手机也在手上
幻想着未来满头白发
公园的长椅上
你也许会说一声谢谢我
如果这一生到尽头
换你的这句话很足够

让我照顾你
为你失去生命也辉煌