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September 17

断点续传

光盘依旧在空中旋转

17的光驱与15的同样是顶点

茶酒咖啡依次穿喉温胃过肠

豪放的之前斩华雄

婉约的之后濯足垂泪

呼出的粒子远上

银河的粒子激昂

在地面看树的怒放

枝桠间看云的浮光

云起时看月的淡定

彷徨中再次吸入的粒子

回转自天边

不知名的星尘

共享

连接

断点续传-

-冥冥中的天际线

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June 16

I'm Not Here

I’m Not Here

Don’t stand by grave and weep,

For I’m not here, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond’s glint on the snow;

I am sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn’s rain,

I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

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May 25

零点

零点，星光。阳台，池塘的青蛙呱噪。点燃一支烟，就是夜晚最亮的星星。一支烟的时间并不短，已经足够一生的时间。但不想看到燃尽的烟蒂，因此一半就可以中止，留半支静倚在烟缸。木质烟缸是一只首尾相连的鱼。它静静环抱着一汪池塘，听青蛙的演唱会。

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November 13

歌还是老的好

DM确实是演绎这首vincent的最佳人选。同时试听其他五人的版本基本不是一个水准的。DM干练干净的声音恰巧表现了vincent纯净的画风

那种飘散在空中的淡淡的怀旧正仿佛被风吹过的向日葵。远处的文森特带着那顶旧草帽全然投入的挥动着手里的画笔孤独而享受着生活给予他的视角挥散着他的疲惫和狂热...

《Vincent》

Sung By "Don Mclean"

Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight on that
Starry starry night.
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloddy rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

The End.

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July 28