本帖最后由 听雪无声 于 2014-7-6 09:17 编辑
前段时间在落网听到的一首歌,整首歌都是一段独白。无意找到了外链,贴出来分享一下:
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Burnt Love Letters [Feat. Zefora]
It’s been two weeks since your last letter and it feels like an eternity. When I hear the mail arrive, my heart soars as I carefully open the envelope and savor every word. It’s almost like Christmas. I wish they were all a thousand pages long so that I would never have to stop reading.
I went into the city last week and passed by our old building. Do you remember when we used to dance on the rooftop at night in the rain, and you’d spin me around and my hair would get so wet it would stick to my face and you had to push it out of the way just to kiss me? And Mrs. Lourdes would always tell us we were going to catch our death up there as we passed her door on the way downstairs? I miss trying to sneak past her door before racing you down the stairs to our flat. Sometimes I’d let you win just so that you’d do that silly victory dance. I miss the excitement of those nights, even though our clothes were soaked and it was cold. I miss dancing with you in the rain.
I miss you so much. I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss running my fingers through your hair. Standing on tip-toes to reach your lips or singing off key on purpose in the car to annoy Liv. I miss your stupid jokes and the way you absent mindedly push your glasses up your nose while you’re working. I miss you even when I am sleeping. I lie awake at night in the dark and listen to the rain gently tapping the window pane and I imagine dancing with you again until sleep finally finds me. My heart aches every time I wake to feel your empty place beside me. I miss waking up to your smile and your warmth.
Please come home safely. I love you.
从你寄最后一封信到今天,已经有两个星期了,我感觉好似过了一个世纪那么久。听到那封信被投递进信箱。小心翼翼打开信封时,心颤颤的,细细地读里面的每一个字,每一句话。这一幕,就像过圣诞节时拆礼物一样,充满着期待。我多希望这封信有一千多页啊,这样我就可以不停地读下去了。
上周我去了城里,路过我们曾经住的那栋楼。还记得我们以前在屋顶上跳舞吗?在雨夜,你抱着我转啊转,我的头发被都雨水打湿了,一缕一缕的粘在脸上,你不得不拨开我的湿发。下楼的时候会经过罗德丝太太的家门口,或许是打扰到她休息了,她总是警告我们说,年轻人小点声哦。于是我们放轻脚步偷溜过她家,然后比赛着下楼梯,有时候我会故意让着你,因为你赢了我之后会跳那个滑稽的胜利舞。我总是想起那些夜晚,那些快乐的时刻。尽管当时我们的衣服都湿透了,冷的瑟瑟发抖,我还是想和你在雨中跳舞。
我那么地想你,不停地想你,想用手指轻拂你的发梢,想踮起脚尖亲吻你的唇。记得你在车里故意唱歌唱跑调,把丽芙烦的要死。想念你那些很冷的笑话,还有,你工作的时候,心不在焉地推眼镜的样子好傻。知道吗,我是这么想念你。无数个黑夜,听着雨声轻轻拍打着窗棂,想象着再次与你跳舞的画面。直到睡意袭来,我才沉沉睡去。但是,每次醒来,发现你不在我身边,我的心都会很痛。我多么想被你的笑容和温暖叫醒啊,很想,很想。
你一定要平安归来。我爱你。
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