隐形衣
我一生身着隐身衣 无法制造自己的影子 也无法与它好好对话 更无法对它说，感谢你的跟随
这世界的荒谬就像这样一个我 我的声音也穿了隐形衣 不然，当我对着人群叫喊 为何无一人回头和答应？
穿上隐形衣的那一天 就注定了世界不会回应 可没有人告诉过我 只有无数命令催我穿衣
我当然不是抱怨 这张牌擎在手里 这条路一走到黑 空气与爱集体静默 都不要紧
我多次因为等不到 捉不住，转不了身 在透明的背后呆站 却也不自觉抱住了 自己，回到了自己 与自己并排站一起 就在匆匆人流之中 人们的视而不见 成就了自我的归位
Marc Chagall • 油画, 1913, Violinist
The song I want to sing
I wake up in mud , deep and dirty I can’t see things, like stars shining through clouds I can’t feel things, like a stone hiding in a tree hole on rainy days I can’t find you, as if you never met me, and I`m chasing some shadows I can’t have you, as all memories fade into the the past
Well, I give up To be a coward and a clown Well, I fall deeply asleep, deeply To be a person who never wakes up
That is the song I want to sing That is the poetry already written down That is the letter I sent you These are the messages you won’t receive
Remember the beautiful old days ( Don’t remember me ) We never met and will be gone forever Leave everything behind Some will be found one day
