"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Saturday, March 6, 2010

一首舊歌




今天去聽indie 音樂會,二汶唱了這首歌。二汶啊二汶,我是多麼討厭你的哥哥,而我又多麼喜歡你唱的舊歌,由「我的心裡只有你沒有他」開始,我就認定你的翻唱是最好的。你唱的這首歌唱得比任何人都更好,你唱的那時候,那份淡然,那份裝出來的沒所謂,更讓人想掉淚啊。他們都唱得用力過度了,只有你那份沒所謂,才算是最大的悲痛。

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