Ocean reflection Atlantis connection
Glimmering sea
Over the seaside town
Memories rise and fade
Ocean reflection Atlantis connection
Glimmering sea
Over the seaside town
Memories rise and fade
Light on the table
Water on the clouds
Music in your eyes
You hear rose perfume
Lovely thorns, poppy, and peppercorn
I have seen where other people’s dreams
Cascading down quietly
In a waterfall near the sea
第二乐章流动着什么平静而柔软的东西。以赛亚手指停了下来静静凝神倾听,眼前拼接而成的是略微松开的领结,夕阳中逆光的优美侧影,音乐家的手。以赛亚还听到了更多,他懵懵懂懂,当时的感受并没有向许久之后回忆起来描述的那样清晰,但那股感觉根本层面上是类似的。
Heaven is a library
Hell is a flea market for antiques
Here is a landfill
Now we have everything
I’d rather just be a balcony hopping bird
Come to your window day to night to morn
Trotting and chirping by your window sill
Where I am, is where I want to be
女孩儿咬了咬因为忘记喝水有点儿破皮的丰满的嘴唇,转向走过克里特府昏暗的仿罗马式的拱形回廊,在仆人们因为母亲失态得无力主持大局呈无序状态,与侯爵尴尬地停在家族墓地的陵墓石头房里的状况——她多么想逃开这些,哪怕一会儿也好。
满目都是那种让人喘不过气来,空虚,冷清而浮华的景象。
Once I set fire to the goddamn rain
It evaporates like you do
The lightnings are purple
The whole world monochrome
Falling in love with an AI
Make a sphere ice cube in Iceland
Politely stalk a maiko
Plant two human bonsai for good
Suddenly we start stoning
Blindfolds on and off
Slashing skylines
Blistered stars
新月快要落下了,新的一天就要开始,他怔怔地想着,清晨的日出是如此美丽……真希望再看一次。他浪费了多少个美丽的清晨。他勉强地抿了下嘴角,明天……不,很快的,会再看一次。
Are we living in a post-apocalyptic era, or the apocalyptic one?
It is what it is, until it is not.
It is neither the best nor the worst of the times…
Dangling between his wrist
His pocket watch
Painted silvery enamel
Falling down, falling down
Will you fly off to the crust of moon
Even if it is inhabitable still
Distant sky distant sphere distant star
Just to see it the other way around
桑德兰死后的第一个“早晨”突降得,几乎不可原谅得平静。
教科书中描述过咽喉刺痛,感官视野急剧放大的症状,却无法解释他目前的清醒,与精神的极度集中。
很好,他被精心清洗过,精神焕发。