孤独的风

 Hey, are you lonely?
Has summer gone so slowly?
We found the ground
And that damage was done
It's cold as you fade into the sun
Where'd you go? To me.
But you're alive!
Well, it's only
Fallen frames, they told me
You stand out, it's so loud
And so what if it is?
It's cold as you face into the wind
Where to go?
(Tonight a sun shall see its light)
So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work
Is rated again
Where to go?
And you were somehow
The rain this thing could allow
I tried
But it's all wrong
You're so strong
And this life and work
And choice took far too long
Where to go?
(Tonight a sun shall see its light)
So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work(worth)
Is rated again
And I was sure you'd follow through
The world was turned to blue(so fair)
When you'd hide your songs would die
So I'd hide yours with mine
All my words were bound to fail
But I know you won't fail
See, I can tell...

Fair。 remy zero的曲子。很冷淡，很冬天萧索的感觉。和现在的天差不多，现在的天，不会冷到下雪，但是太阳的出现，总是雾气蒙蒙的，下午的时候像夏天的早上，没有展开的美好。走在低温和灰色的天气里面，整个人都好象有杀伤力。

我坐在S楼的阳台上，一个人。看书，没有温度的太阳晒在我身上，我把900句垫在地板上坐着，翻看笔记本，白色横格，我黑色的笔迹。还有穿不过墙壁的风穿过我的身体。我看太阳出来了，出来的时候就把昨天刚套上的秋裤脱了。不知道为什么，这个冬天我老是感觉不到很刻骨很具体的寒冷，而自己又老是幻想我将要去的温暖的最南方，想那里的潮湿的温暖。或者炎热。

这个冬天我在抬头的时候，总有下午是早上，早上是黄昏的错觉。

以前我总是很看好结果，因为我觉得只要想要的东西，可以抵达的美好，只要我努力做好就一定可以拿到。的确很多东西也拿到了，但是悬乎，我很难记得中间的任何一个细节。每一个完美都空洞的没有内容，我记不起里面的任何一个东西，才发现结果如此无足轻重。

回头看朋友，开心的打电话我，帮我给男朋友过生日吧，我不在身边，只有请你了。蛋糕，巧克力蛋糕，甜美的写上想写下的心情和涂鸦。从无数盒子中取走一大盒巧克力，DOVE。抱走两大盒牛奶。最近上火，好象好久都没动牛奶了，挺沉的。结帐的时候看到很可爱的热带水果，火龙果，就顺手拿了个。完美到只缺1朵玫瑰花。

我大包小包，回了。鲜花开满的花店来了个人，要一枝深红玫瑰。

其实，我挺不乐意代人买一玫瑰送给男生，忒没品。不过人Y千叮咛，万嘱咐得玫瑰，必须要一玫瑰搭上。

爱。对享受过程的人来说，是动词。对看重结果的人来说，是名词。 对于我，是英文，它老早就存在了，只是我一直没明白过来。

YY说，X就是她的儿子。呵呵。那就提前祝，Y亲爱的儿子X，明天生日快乐。顺便说句很言不由衷的话，能代你替你儿子，你说的帅儿子过生日很荣幸。哈哈。我也不知道能否给人一浪漫的惊喜。大清早，天不亮，外面很寒冷我诚挚把他从被窝里捞出来，祝他生日快乐，想他一惺忪的眼神，痴呆的表情。然后摇摆拎一堆东西回去。千万别摔在楼道了，把蛋糕摔折了。呵呵。我讨厌早起，因为很久都没早起了。