失去的当作礼物，眼前的才是幸福

when i see you smile —— Bad English



when i see you smile
it feels like i'm falling
it's not for anybody else to know

the way your face could light
the bitter dark of every street
in every town i'll ever go
it's not for anybody else to know
for anybody else to know

when i see you smile
first thing in the morning
it raises curtains on your lazy eyes
could it be that you and i
have the greatest love to ever be
how could this have ever been before?
it's not for anybody else to know
for anybody else to know

when friday night arrives
we'll let it pass outside the door
this is not for anybody else
anybody else to know



如果一段故事叙述起来平淡而冗长，那么要想忘记也就不太容易了。

其实想想，很多都是可以一笔带过的，当时给人的冲击很大，但过段时间会归于平静，也就不过如此了，就像生活——经过时波澜壮阔，然后呢，我们通常称之为烙印的，也就变成了海浪退去被抚摸过的沙滩，细腻并反射着金色的光，一如皮肤。