/** Perfect Coda **/

小话一则:

这几天抬头望见了好几朵可爱的云。

忍不住用相机拍下来给你看。

小话二则：

成都永远是最好的地方。

今天炎炎酷暑。

夜里一场雨就又是飕飕凉风。

小话三则：

这几天给自己定了无数的计划。

比如9月起每天早晨7点起。11点入眠。

晚间要去游泳馆游泳。

一星期三次的瑜伽。

考研的加紧复习。

小话四则：

我爱你。

哪怕我们还是如同以往3年的相隔万里。

姐必须吃得杂，耍得怪，跑得快。
才能练就一身绝世武功。
这世道,揭下面具才是王道。
在李老师事件深刻感化下。
决定读万卷书，行万里路。
绝不挂碍于尘世。

我知道。像是病得很重。
若是伤风感冒的病症来了。
实在不是几粒特效药就可以治愈得好。何况我还只是感觉。
终于感觉像是感冒般昏沉开来。

或许。偶尔几个电话。说两句话。
但是往往是好几个小时没有开过腔了。
应对是生硬。声线一下也沙哑。
这显然变成了另一种难以治愈的感冒。

朋友从怎样潦倒的爱情里搬了出来。
也有小小激情一样地驱车帮忙。
愤怒了一晚上。现在还留有余温。
第二天彼此慵懒了一上午。
她无力。我也饱受牵连。

后来终于又回到一人一房间的时间。
坐下来长吁短叹。感冒袭来。

最近比较怀念或者喜欢柔软的东西。
枕头。被子。洋娃娃。头发。羽毛。
甚至包括洗澡时洒满全身的水。
总是那么柔软。温柔不过。
但是不经意会有那么一句话：
是不是连水也要开始僵硬了，因为它流着流着，竟然变热起来。

依然还有那么一点敏感。
既讲究无谓的关心。
又在乎别人回馈你的关怀。
矛盾多了。也是自寻烦恼。

这些感冒的日子。
无关心情好坏。
可能最近是多事之秋。
怎么也是给了点影响。

突然想到林夕的一句话：
这个新年过得很快乐，因为我发觉还懂得不快乐；不再难过，因为我还会为旁人一点儿疏忽而难过；不再流泪，因为我还有流泪的念头。

我们是命定的。

p.s 外公外婆你们在天有灵，
       保佑我能够拿到护照通过签证，
       以便能看望我亲爱的他。

our song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
And he says…

[Chorus:]

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
And when I got home … before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said…

[Repeat Chorus]

I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song…

Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I… wrote down our song