治愈系
Les Jours Tristes (Live)
artist:Yann Tiersen
from the album "C'Etait Ici" （2002）
It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand
Hard not to make other plans
And claim that you've done all you can all along
And life must go on
It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to breack down and cry
When every idea that you've tried has been wrong
But you must carry on
It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day
It's hard, hard when you're here all alone
When every else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivities gone
And it's gone
But you still carry on
'Cause you, you are the only one left
And you've got to clean up this mess
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on
It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
And don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day, One Day
--------------------------------来说点有的没的-----------------------------
傍晚的时候和父母闹别扭。我想要独立空间，想要对独立空间的绝对控制权。
……我想长大。
这样的烦恼。
于是在校园里走啊走。唱着歌走，逛没走过的路。我在别人家的院子里放着的躺椅上一屁股坐下就开始唱，好像吓到人了。后来跑草地上唱，好像有人用手电照我。我没管，继续唱。
嗯，因为我不开心，所以我唱歌。
但是怎样唱也不开心，《REAL》
（by L‘Arc~en~Ciel) 这张碟。
大概因为我不是为了爱情而哭的缘故。
后来唱完了，iPod转到Yann Tiersen。我非常喜欢他的音乐，温暖的，戏谑的，像孩子们在嬉戏。
正好走到树丛里面，那是我上幼儿园时每天走过的路，现在已经荒废了，满天大树。黄昏时分薄雾弥漫，只有一点点灰色的光，好像世界的尽头。
大概这里就是世界的尽头。
我坐下来，开始哭。
很害怕。很害怕。我不知道家在哪里。
就像我还是4、5岁，坐在家门前的龙眼树下哭。我好害怕。
后来我躺下来，看着头顶灰蒙蒙的树丛，想象着E.T，它是不是也在这样的树丛里等一个小男孩。
然后我听到了这首歌。
……然后我就被治好了。
“ 'Cause you, you are the only one left
And you've got to clean up this mess
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on”
是啊，我又不是一个人。他们也知道，知道这样的害怕。
有你们在呢。我不害怕了。
这首歌最后的掌声，像是给我自己的掌声呢——因为我终于哭完了。
后来……后来我很高兴地回家，喝一碗汤，因为躺在冰冷的水泥地板拉了一下肚子，抱了抱老妈，抱了抱老爸，很高兴地吃饭。老妈说皮蛋和饭团知道我生气，吓得躲了起来连饭也不敢吃呢。对不起，吓到你们了。
嗯，是啊，刚刚还很害怕的自己像个笨蛋。
但这份害怕是真实存在的，我不想忘记它。
我最近想写一个故事，是关于这样的害怕，没有地方可以去的十几岁。很普通的，却是那个年纪里压在你心上的一块巨石。我想要画一个女孩子，15岁，画她怎样一点一点地，用锤子，小小的锤子，一下下地把巨石敲碎。
芹菜 | 12/04/09 23:16 |
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