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紅色不開花的折傘，
領子筆挺的大衣上，
雨往心裡下。
耳機裡頭往黑色看不見的地帶走去，
接著隱形不見，直到某一天的出現，
在此之前，請把我遺忘。
Road，
我一個人走。


別怪雨天把我心情打壞，
不責怪，
可以隔離自己，可以迫使你們在我的印象中清晰，
而我只是安逸在快爆炸的天空不願意甦醒，
我還能夠喘息，
身體和雨的節奏來自同樣的呼吸。

Rebirth，
不斷地，分裂
我又往前走了一步，
離自己更近了。
然後你看不見。
我隱藏了所有起落的情緒，
是為了逃離範圍的視線。




我做不到對外誠實自己…，
以後當我提到沒事，
你可以當著我的面叫我騙子。


我的貓舌頭現在需要世界上最溫熱的牛奶。






Roads | Portishead

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.