分类: 流浪花 |
The light of night sprinkling on her wings, the crystal butterfly, with flickering mists of the past.
She berths on a white-bowlder leave, quivering with it lightly. Sleeping in a world of closed window, she feels no coldness of the wee hours.
I am exhausted and jaded, but I don't want to sleep, or evan a break. I just think of your phone call just now, think of your smile and greeting to me. Only salutation between us, we dare not to mention anything of the past, or give voice to the care, and even just an attension of your wealth!…
I love her crystal wings. Sparkling, glittering and translucent. I like to clap my eyes on her, just for the wings quivering with the twilight… it seems she will fly away as soon as possible.
As a matter of fact, the crystal butterfly is broken and I stuck her beautiful wings by the gluewater.
I can not help recalling we once walked together in the street of Shen-Zhen, we once stared on the sands of Repulse Bay in Hong Kong, and the gentle expression in your eyes, and your painful coughing caused by the laughter …
My heart is still in pain of you. I occur to your whisper to me: "please go now … leave me alone, … and please do not come back, you needn't to worry about me, I am all right …" I couldn't read your eyes at that day, I couldn't read your face after turning my head away, I just could know that, you shaked my hands gentlely, saying
As all are gone for a long time, only the crystal butterfly, is covered with dust in my memory for ever.
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Regard of the Stray
Brook goes with the confident, and I drink the past with you
Flying through the flowers, we meet and leave in haste
Dream on but in vain, for time passes without a care to the passion we have
When the chord breaks, who will let up to sing with me?
Befuddled with liquor, discarded a heart of gold
Laughing, awoken by the coldness of mundance, there's nothing else matter …
(Composed by Michelle)
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水晶蝴蝶
午夜的灯光洒在水晶蝴蝶的翅膀上,一片迷离闪烁。
她停泊的那片白玉叶子,仿佛在微微颤动。关了的窗户里面,感觉不到凌晨的寒气。
我觉得很困,疲倦,可是我不想睡。我想着刚才电话里的你,微笑着问我近况如何。寒喧中不敢提起往事,不敢提起牵挂,甚至也不敢问你身体可好?……
喜欢这水晶的翅膀,闪闪发光,晶莹通透。隔着玻璃橱看她,远远地看她,仿佛在微微颤动,要飞起来。
其实,蝴蝶早已经碎了,不过胶水还勉强可以粘合美丽的翅膀。
想起曾经肩并肩走在深圳的街头,想起曾经默默无语、眺望浅水湾的沙滩,想起你温柔的眼神,还有因为笑逐颜开而抑制不住的咳嗽……
我的心,仍禁不起那些疼痛。因为我又想起了你低声催我说:快走吧,离开我,不要回头……。看不见墨镜背后你的眼,看不见转身后你的表情,你轻轻握了我的手,只说了句:记住每天晚上早点睡觉。
一切都已远去,只留下水晶蝴蝶被尘封于记忆中。
浪客琴心
一曲流水伴知音,几杯浊酒话旧情。
来去翩翩花从间,聚散匆匆又一亭。
梦里枉自用情深,弦断松山谁人听?
千金何妨买一醉,酒醒依旧笑浮名。