The faint smiles on CD covers captured the hearts of a generation.
唱片封套的浅笑,俘虏了一代人的心。
Love, all-consuming love is bound to fail. This is common wisdom. If we venture upon our old path, we would only repeat the same mistake. The two three things about love is enough to make fools out of us. What an unsettling life.
“Dust in the Wind”, a footnote marking our lives’ incidences, and destinies.
It was meant to be a curse, or perhaps a lament. From this moment onwards we are stuck.
Fetishizing over that instant. Yes, there are those who think themselves smart, masquerading as god’s messenger. They talk of plans about a flimsy future, cliched encouragements long overdue. Naively they think of embracing for eternity, perfecting life with two or three slogans.
One can never be guilty of naivety.
The world, until the last, clapped and clapped. They would have cheered you onto madness.
Neither you nor I were believers. For a while we were unsettled by the crowd’s infatuation.
Those unsettled and chaotic times. We hid, all the while, in music.
Wind falls at night, sweeping away the dust, the memories.
“ Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see”
Same old song
Just a drop of water in endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Wind falls at night, sweeping away the dust, the memories.
爱得过了火,伤了而不自知.听是老生常谈话。可,重走旧路,大概依然一样的错.情爱的事害得我们满脸尘土.那是何等邋遢的人生呢。
《风里的尘土》( Dust in the wind) 咒起了一场关于生命事故的引子.
原来早就是诅咒。或者,不是。其实是哀悼……从此到以后或是从此再以后。不过是关于一瞬间的迷思。
为了那么一瞬间抓狂。的确,世上存在着那些自认聪明绝顶之徒，装个上帝使者身份，对同路人指指点点。如何如何规划是如此珍贵的那么一瞬间。算计如何如何的丽将来，永不放弃之流的连篇土话。天真得可怜地以为轻易的拥抱永远。以为三两口号造就经典人生。
不自量力永不是罪。
世人·到了最后,还是会连翻鼓动着掌声，为你，为你失了疯的一瞬间而暍采。
我和他从不是信徒。更为过这些那些兴奋莫名的人面而抓狂。
抓狂的岁月。我们一直躲在音乐里……
幽幽的夜风，翻起了铺满回忆的尘埃。
（诉说人生）只不过是重弹老调
脆弱得像茫茫大海里的一点小水滴。
如此卑微的我们所能做到的又是甚么….
纵然一直拒面对,那些总会让我们粉身碎骨的结局。
幽幽的夜风,翻起了铺满尘埃的回忆。