February 10, 2010
海上的鋼琴師 Part2~阿呆 我愛的不只是妳的氣質 還有妳的音樂
Music is beautiful, sometimes you have to feel it
Music, it talks, it sings, it cries, it feels
It talks about your story
It feels your story
It cries your story
It sings out people s mind.
It brings my memory back
from the I ve been love.
Musics are random, you never know where, when, and what you will hear, and its always brings some different feeling
feel it, be a part of it, let it stay in your mind, save the best memory, no matter it s good or bad, sweet or bitter, its always the memory of the moment of the past, and the feels will last till you hear it the next time.
Music, it will only catch up your mind.
You’re never really done for as long as you got a good story, and someone to tell it too. Trouble is nobody’s believe a single word of my story.
開車,聽著妳的音樂,回家看著海上的鋼琴師
阿呆 我發現 我愛的不只是妳的氣質 還有妳的音樂
有種故事的感覺...
It happened every time, someone would look up and see her. It’s difficult to understand. There’s be more than a million of us on that ship of life journey, traveling rich folks, immigrants, and stronger people, and us. Yet, there was always on e, on e guy alone who would see her first. Maybe, he was just sitting there eating or walking on the deck. Maybe, he was just fixing his pants, he’d look up for a second a quick glance out to sea, and he’d see her. Then he’d just stand there rooted to the spot, his heart racing.
And every time every damn time, I pledged, he’d turn to us, towards the ship, towards everybody and scream love. The one who sees love first, there’s one on every ship. And don’t be thinking it’s an accident or some optical illusion, it’s destiny. Those are people who always have that precise instant stamped on their life.
因妳 瞭解了愛 體會了心痛 |
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