2005-2-20 19:24
[size=-1]So, what are we to do?
For me ,it is simple. I have no interest in the shimmering mysteries that taunt us from the edge of the galaxy.If you ever awoke in the night and felt your lover‘s fingers in your hair, at that moment, whoever lurks beyond the Milky Wang is like a distant gypsy in a childhood fairy tale. Let the monsters come another time. At that moment, when you are at the mercy of someone‘s fingertips, there is nothing that a stargazer or philospher can teach you, nothing to be gleaned from the hieroglyphics on the inner walls of pyramids.
To stand in the doorway of someone‘s heart.
In every there is an untold story. Ahouse without lights, waiting for the sound of a key in the door. Sometimes an old song breaks through the barricades, a shy ghost wondering among broken rooms , disturbingthe dust. Sometimes a moonbeam will slip through the cold rain on the attic window and brush aside a cobweb. Is this your heart?
即便如此，我们应该做些什么？
对我来说，事情很简单。银河系不可思议的显赫与多亩，我丝毫不感兴趣。倘若夜半醒 来，感到爱人的手指温柔地抚摸在你的发间，此时此刻，尚可徜徉游移于银河之外，倒像是 孩提时代梦境中遥远的吉普赛人。让那样的日子见鬼去把!此时此刻，在心灵至爱的呵护 下，世界上任何占卜家、哲学家的喋喋说教都变得苍白无力，即便从金字塔内墙的象形文字 里也无法找到答案。
就这样，站在了一个人的心灵入口。
每个人心里，都有一个无法言说的故事。一间没有灯光的房屋，等待着钥匙开门那一刻 的声音。有时，一支老歌会穿过厚实的墙围，一个羞怯的精灵在破旧的房屋里四处游荡，尘 土飞扬。有时，一束月光穿过冷雨簌簌帕打在窗棂格栅，掸散丝丝蛛网。那是你的心吗？
For me ,it is simple. I have no interest in the shimmering mysteries that taunt us from the edge of the galaxy.If you ever awoke in the night and felt your lover‘s fingers in your hair, at that moment, whoever lurks beyond the Milky Wang is like a distant gypsy in a childhood fairy tale. Let the monsters come another time. At that moment, when you are at the mercy of someone‘s fingertips, there is nothing that a stargazer or philospher can teach you, nothing to be gleaned from the hieroglyphics on the inner walls of pyramids.
To stand in the doorway of someone‘s heart.
In every there is an untold story. Ahouse without lights, waiting for the sound of a key in the door. Sometimes an old song breaks through the barricades, a shy ghost wondering among broken rooms , disturbingthe dust. Sometimes a moonbeam will slip through the cold rain on the attic window and brush aside a cobweb. Is this your heart?
即便如此，我们应该做些什么？
对我来说，事情很简单。银河系不可思议的显赫与多亩，我丝毫不感兴趣。倘若夜半醒 来，感到爱人的手指温柔地抚摸在你的发间，此时此刻，尚可徜徉游移于银河之外，倒像是 孩提时代梦境中遥远的吉普赛人。让那样的日子见鬼去把!此时此刻，在心灵至爱的呵护 下，世界上任何占卜家、哲学家的喋喋说教都变得苍白无力，即便从金字塔内墙的象形文字 里也无法找到答案。
就这样，站在了一个人的心灵入口。
每个人心里，都有一个无法言说的故事。一间没有灯光的房屋，等待着钥匙开门那一刻 的声音。有时，一支老歌会穿过厚实的墙围，一个羞怯的精灵在破旧的房屋里四处游荡，尘 土飞扬。有时，一束月光穿过冷雨簌簌帕打在窗棂格栅，掸散丝丝蛛网。那是你的心吗？
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