這幾天晚上常常聽著 The Raveonettes 聽到睡著,
它總是能含蓄地讓心情平靜下來;
它的旋律像一陣灰黑色的微風拂過面龐、
輕柔地原諒了那些年少輕狂的浮躁與錯過 ...
(文末附上了原始版本,不過我比較喜歡這個:P)
when the fireball goes down
out by LA waste
I come into town
but only for a day
if starving in bed means
I pray for you to understand
the man sure is sleek
but lost was my hand
I struggle and I cry
I pounce with no revenge
at least I never lied
or took the truth to rail
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