最近回憶在小學校園不斷撥弄著含羞草的幼年紀事,它的每個閉合瞬間仿佛昨日片段。
十年,二十年,三十年;太多複雜的、單純的種種,積累成現下之我,是選擇或無法選擇而成,最真實的我。
我沒法後悔舊事。經驗的某部分是由懊惱構成,這些發作起來程度不盡相同的心理病,只能從無解之中配葯。
已經到了思考「年紀」如何擔任人生局促角色的前階段。預習,不能讓我熟悉未來,畢竟我沉溺於溫習,好久好久。
What's a Man to Do
Now first of all let me say that I've been through it all...
Good Ole Ghetto
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that, give me some of that good ol' ghetto, lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again. Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that, give me some of that good ol' ghetto, 'cause these are our sweet ghetto memories...
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