他西装他领带

                                  清癯回六十年代

                                   灯光击中头发

                                  就随意淡黄卷曲

                                   玩过的洋娃娃

                                  宛若的童声轻唱

                                   那是巴赫离开

                                  唱诗班前的声音

                                   那么那么几秒

                                   忘了空气存在

                                   以致耽搁呼吸

                                   生命装进口袋

                                   和莫扎特一样

                                  在整洁和轻巧中

                                   肆无忌惮癫狂

                                  vitage的装扮下

                                   古典气质掩护

                                  却loop得很现代

                                  爱在操场上燃烧

                                  化花火来到左岸

                                  又突然形单影只

                                  在京都空旷伤感

                                  那些歌儿和曲儿

                                  听了无数无数次

                                  亲耳现场感触到

                                  见到了梦中情人

                                  可是为什么没有

                                  mer du japon呢？