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Prelude (feat. YUAN)
01:20
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(Monologue)
入夜的时候，想念早上的一切声响，早上是一切声响的源头，它们淙淙流向，入夜的时候。
或许就是在极静的夜里有了丝竹的幻听，以为她捧着烛台打开了暗道，或是幻听的暗道打开，看到她裙角擦过台阶的痕迹。那痕迹长出青苔，那青苔印上裙角，她留下线索，在坠入兔子洞之时。
忽大忽小~忽大忽小~这药水若有味道，应是她那支圆珠笔天蓝色的香味。人工香精的味道，所有人对甜的母性印象。难以想象她也许要成为一个母亲，永远含苞的花朵里面珠贝的小钢牙，汹涌的浆液，刺耳的啸叫，指尖敲击桌面的连续音节，突发的休止符......课间广播里有人说：“一封匿名情书，一首匿名情歌，一段匿名青春，一张匿名面孔......” 一颗脏兮兮的足球飞过沙尘暴砸碎所有左耳边的玻璃窗，笔芯断了，她甩出一片天蓝色，或是突然被制止的一个~哈欠~
她在进城前和谁交换了一连串命运的讯号，剪短了那一头纠结沙草、星光和炊烟的长长乱发。削了铅笔，倒好磁带，翻开一个空白的笔记本——
她说：“我最远走到莲池公园，以为它就是这城的边界。”
她说：“我孤单的时候最丰富，不要敲我的窗户。”
她说：“夏天终于来了，我喜欢夏天，但我也闻到了冬天的气味。”
她说：“柴火不够烧了，还是潜入湖底再劈一些吧。”
“你没遇到独角兽吗？它身上的油彩染了那湖水。”
“那我劈下绿色的柴，烧起蓝色的火。我把柴火码好，一封一封烧尽那些信，直到戴礼帽扎领结的兔子向我吹起口哨......”
在地下三层的地铁站等待列车，灯箱里的演唱会海报变成那些信件，有墨水洇出的花朵，和大段大段的空白。随列车快速驶来的风吹起她的裙角，小腿生出青苔。门要合上了，快快收好你的裙角；列车要出站了，她的夜晚逆向驶去，没有和任何人的夜晚重叠~~~
(Chorus)
Not today, not tonight
To that girl I say goodbye
So bright like the moonshine
In the fade she revives~
Everyday, everynight
Talk to myself and glide
Through colors, black and white
In the fade she sees the light~
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Barbarika Shaanxi, China
A Chinese-English-Japanese teacher
An idealistic storyteller
A traveler tramping on the land of neverness
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