“Viva La Vida”英译为“Live the Life，”也有人译成“Still Life”,就是指“活着”，毫无励志之意，更是悲凉，尽管有坚韧之意。如同那些西瓜，瓤红籽黑、热情四溢，却是被剖开的，被杀掉的西瓜。——杨波

这次回北京，最大的感受，除了无奈还是无奈。很多事情，你明知可解决，却没办法，因为生活给你的选择里没有解决办法这条。要么就这样凶险着，要么就更凶险。

上回Qu小姐教育我要知道争取。其实我一直都在争取。只要我认准的目标，我会想方设法地实现。假如我不争取，那就是非我所欲。

可是呢，争取是需要条件的。这世界上发生的任何事情都不是偶然的，都是充分必要条件下的产物。任何事情都不会在条件不充分的情况下发生。

比如说爱情。我跟很多人说过，我相信缘分，所谓缘分，其实就是一种充要条件。你争取了，对方接受，这过程中需要一系列充要条件的支持。当这些条件一一满足的时候，有情人自然终成眷属。

或许你会觉得，没有条件就创造条件嘛，是，人是可以创造条件，可是，人主观创造出的条件是否一定指向问题的成功解决呢？又或者，爱情其实是一道含X和Y的方程式，就算你创造条件解出了X，可仍然得等对方解出Y，在这之中，双方还得顺从各种自然定律的约束。

我当然会创造条件去解X，可是，你是否会创造条件去解Y呢？我如何知道当我努力创造条件去揭开X的时候，你不会改去解未知数Z呢？又可能，我本来想解的是X，可生活却逼我去解W。甚至，你从一开始就不给我解X的机会。

解来解去，最后的答案其实都是一样的，Viva la vida。

就好象，我刚刚去买鼠标回来，兴冲冲地打开电脑准备干活，结果那鼠标竟然是坏的，再拿回去换，说是店里就这一个，让明天再去取。得，买个鼠标都他妈的那么无奈。

活着就是胜利！

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

(Ooooh Oooh Oooh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world