At my left there’s
a guy cutting in line, take a look, take a look, the look in his eyes is filled
with disdain
On the escalator a
couple cuddles together, you look at me, I look at you, blocking the left side
of the sidewalk
At my right a housewife
throws scrap paper away, heading forward, heading forward, it seems there’s
nothing wrong with that
The bus stop, the
bus doors halt before by face, jostling forward, jostling forward, I’m jostled
back to the roadside
The store
salesclerk’s attitude is as though spending money, spending money is just to
buy her disgruntled expression
A distant friend
draws close to me, his mouth, his face are filled with a feeling of worldliness
Why does this city
get its own way
All I want is a
universe of my own
Give myself a bit
of a season of tranquility, happiness that I’ve never had before
The years already
have grown old, transformed into butterflies and taken flight in my room
To the new language
exchanged by time and the landscape in my heart, I’ll say a word of thanks
Facing those
unbeautiful worlds, won’t think about them, won’t be concerned about them
At my left flowing
traffic spits out smoke, pressing across the lines, charging across the streets,
until I can no longer see it
At my right a
completely explosive plot, a pen, a line, completely taking down the ending
Returning to my
world
Unimportant matters
are far away
At my left the curtains
are pulled open a bit, my room, my side, has a bit more sunlight
In a flash my
pupils contract a bit, my room, my side, fills with vivid blue sky
At my right the
music gets louder a bit, my room, my side, has a bit more feeling
In a flash the door
to my heart is pulled open a bit, my room, my side, fills with space for imagining
Give myself a bit
of a season of tranquility, happiness that I’ve never had before
The years already
have grown old, transformed into butterflies and taken flight in my room
To the new language
exchanged by time and the landscape in my heart, I’ll say a word of thanks
Facing those
unbeautiful worlds, won’t think about them, won’t be concerned about them
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左手邊有個年輕人插隊 看一眼看一眼眼神充滿不屑
電扶梯一對情侶相依偎 你看我我看你擋在走道左邊
右手邊一個婦人丟紙屑 走向前走向前好像沒有不對
公車站車門停在我面前 擠向前擠向前把我擠回路邊
賣衣服的店員態度就好像 我花錢我花錢只是買她臭臉
不太熟的朋友靠近我身邊 他的嘴他的臉充滿世故氣味
為何這城市為所欲為
我只要只屬於我的宇宙
給自己一些從來沒有過的寧靜快樂季節
已老去的歲月化成蝴蝶都飛翔在我的房間
向時間交換來的新語言和心上的山水說聲謝謝
面對著那些不美的世界都不想不去掛念
左手邊車水馬龍吐著煙 壓過線闖過街直到我看不見
右手邊充滿暴躁的情節 一支筆一條線通通劃下句點
回到我的世界
無謂的事都走遠
左手邊窗簾拉開了一些 我的房間我的身邊多了一些光線
一瞬間瞳孔縮小了一些 我的房間我的身邊充滿鮮豔藍天
右手邊音樂放大了一些 我的房間我的身邊多了一些氣味
一瞬間心門拉開了一些 我的房間我的身邊充滿想像空間
給自己一些從來沒有過的寧靜快樂季節
已老去的歲月化成蝴蝶都飛翔在我的房間
向時間交換來的新語言和心上的山水說聲謝謝
面對著那些不美的世界都不想不去掛念 |
