Nov.9 (文艺体)
午后终于渐觉眼涩,便将头枕在书堆上,给自己放音乐听。
Ashram的一首For each and every child,只靠提琴和钢琴,就蕴含了无限的温柔和深情,仿佛能将时光本身慢慢化开,让整个世界安静地颤栗。
就这样,眼泪毫无办法地掉了下来。
For each and every child
If a sound of life inside of
me,
Can fly in the universe...
A breath of joy will colour the night,
Of rainbow's light for each child.
But what would happen...
And
what will happen in the morning's eyes
When the world will be Dead
And all the stars will see our stupid madness ?
If a sound of life
inside of me,
Can fly in the Universe...
The sound of my voice can
relieve sorrow
For each life,
For each and every child.