寻梦能留下的只有一首歌？或者一个ID？
真真假假？情绪?发泄?记录?
一段对话？或者一次痛快淋漓的交锋？
我不知道它能留下来多少?它真的要关了,它最后将飘向哪里?
老前说该备份的备份吧?我却什么,也留不下来.
我有些难过,却没有了伤感的气力.
该去的总会去的,我们谁都没有去留的权力.
我的难过又算得了什么呢?除非我可以做些实际的努力.
我只能留着自己,对寻梦这三年多的私密情感.
http://www.xunmeng.net/music/selection/holiday.mp3
http://www.xunmeng.net/music/selection/holiday.mp3Holiday
Oh you`re a holiday
such a holiday
Oh you`re a holiday
such a holiday
It`s something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not then you`re throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones
Oh it`s a funny game
Don`t believe that it`s all the same
Can`t think what I`ve just said
Put the soft pillow on my head
Millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me It`s unkind, it`s unkind
yet Millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me It`s unkind, it`s unkind
Oh you`re a holiday ev`ry day , such a holiday
Now it`s my turn to say and I say you`re a holiday
It`s something I thinks worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not then you`re throwing stones Throwing stones, throwing stones
突然那么希望寻梦留下来
已经那么的习惯
随手-看似随手地点开这里
然后徘徊-逡巡-流连
默默地
若不是自己的时间越来越少
我想用自己的力量留住它
虽然我知道
当这样一个"家"有多么寂寞
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