Vicy's inner

央求你留下，像傻瓜一样，

我知道那只是一时的幼稚放纵，

湿湿的早春湖畔，嗅到了"这一类人"的未来-------

貌若无惧的咀嚼着内心的独白，不肯为谁留下，

用近乎冷漠的表情掩盖脆弱，

持久的在陌生中飘着，

某天，也许因为一次注定的邂逅，也许因为消失了的气流，

终于落下，又或许永远这么无主的流浪；

执意不合时宜，

却终于发现本就是个不合时宜的产物，

执意的是不去改变或已来不及...

选择一种别人看来怪诞的方式成全自己,

在"最无聊的是看上去依然那么忙碌"的讥讽和自嘲中不离不弃...

拥着文字，牵着音符

500 miles

       by The Innocenc Mission

If you miss the train I‘m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Lord, I‘m one, Lord, I‘m two
Lord, I‘m three, Lord, I‘m four
Lord, I‘m 500 miles run my door

Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord, I‘m 500 miles run my door

Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord, I can‘t go back home this a-way

This a-way, this a-way
This a-way, this a-way
Lord, I can‘t go back home this a-way

If you miss the train I‘m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles...