Flames to dust, Lovers to friends, Why do all good things
comes to an end
Sooner or later, one way or another
Double is trouble, single is
simple
Always together, forever apart
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks
into mine.
Slow dancing in the burning room
If I should meet thee after long years, how should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
最后一句,还是在建筑系学生时代,还是在那个使用墨水笔手写信的时代---有一天打开信箱,一张明信片滑落到地上,上面整齐的黑色字迹,荡气回肠的,正是这句Byron的诗。
如果不是那张明信片,我永远都不会知道'thee'是什么意思。