记忆里,毕业那年的7月,独自在宿舍用马上就得去退租的电脑看《这个杀手不太冷》。身边的人都已风流云散,空荡荡的走廊里横七竖八几个没人要的破纸箱。就这么一个人肆无忌惮地大哭,哭到累了,躺在下铺的床板上,手指顺着木头的细纹滑过,听见窗外知了声声,一颗心慢慢地安静下来。再回去看唱歌的男人和那首歌叫什么名字——Sting,Shape of My Heart,记住了。
他,就象Sting那首歌里唱的——……And if I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many facesThe mask I wear is one.
译:如果我告诉你:我爱你,
你可能会觉得那是假的,
然而,我并不是一个多面人,
我只是带着一张面具。
Well, those who speak know nothing And find out to their costLike those who curse their luck in too many placesAnd those who fear are lost.
译:那些自称什么都不知道的人,
最终发现了他们的价值所在,
那些处处埋怨自己命运的人,
他们的恐惧也逐渐消失
i know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heart……
译:我明了炮架后端的驻锄是士兵的剑,
我明了联盟是战争中最有利的武器,
我明了钻石代表着金钱,
但所有这些都不是我的本质