[原创]stories

紫影媚眸

秋末初冬

暖阳的午后

那杯红茶还热着

一双苍老的手

拨动着琴弦

用沙哑的声音讲述着半个世纪前的故事……


那年的暮秋，火一般绚丽的枫叶，我们还年轻，憧憬着美好，

若不是那场颠覆的战役，我们又怎么会分别？

你未亲口告诉我，

我却感觉到

那个冬天，消失的是连同你的影子。

于是我一日一日的期盼，春去了秋来，

绿色的信使是我悲伤的起点

一年又过一年

被阳光温暖的湖面，孩子们在嬉戏

拉长的影子是我们快乐的过去

我们的故事，到了站么？

你未曾讲，你还没回

于是我又来到这里

玻璃窗外的雾气模糊了眼眶

缭绕在指间的冷荡漾

谁能让孤独的影子继续前进

谁能让憔悴的容颜不在失落

一片片破碎

一幕幕支离

如何聚拢

烽火的硝烟怎么散也阴霾在头顶

远去的人如夕阳一般消失在地平线

来了，走了，又来了，接着离开

黑夜里的回忆清晰得似近非近

思念的人又在哪里

该怎样揣测心跳的频率

有一种心绪挥不开，遣不走

问你

想问你

我们的故事还有没有结尾？

夏日中未停歇的雨，泯灭了最后一盏等待的灯

依稀听见离去时那个诺言

此时凋零的盟约

这刻末世爱情的最后哀嚎

稚嫩的情愫，怎么会扼杀

枫林里的见证，谁带走了它

惟有这湖水还在流动

如风中的烛火

生命的尽头，近了

生命的尽头，到了

问你

我们的爱

温暖的怀抱变成僵硬的酸楚

同行在熟悉的小路上

问你是否还记得

问你

完整有几划

遗憾难道很美

离别，是终点？

…………

那一年，我们还年轻，一样的午后，还有着欢声笑语。

如今，依然难以忘怀，红茶里的枫林，倒影着纪念，没有了热气。

拨动的弦

摇摆着

讲述着那个残缺的歌谣

……

Leslie

stories

歌手:齐豫
(独白)
i remember quite clearly now when this story happened
the autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground
recovering the lake where we used to swim like children
on the sun would dare to shine
that time,we used to be happy
well,i thought we were
but the truth was that -- you had been longing to leave me
not daring to tell me
on that precious night watching the lake vaguely conscious
you said: our story was ending

now i'm standing here
no one to wipe away my tears
no one to keep me warm
and no one to walk along with
no one to make me feel
no one to make me whole
oh ! what am i to do ?
i'm standing here alone
it doesn't seem so clear to me
what am i supposed to do about this burningheart of mine
oh ! what am i to do ?
or how should i react ?
oh ! tell me please !
(独白)
the rain was killing the last days of summer
you had been killing my last breath of love
since a long time ago ......
i still don't think i'm gonna male it through another love story
you took it all away from me
and there i stand , i knew i was gonna be the ...
the one left behind
but still i'm watching the lake vaguely conscious
and i knew ----
my life is ending

now i'm standing here
no one to wipe away my tears
no one to keep me warm
and no one to walk along with
no one to make me feel
no one to make me whole
oh ! what am i to do ?
i'm standing here alone
it doesn't seem so clear to me
what am i supposed to do about this burningheart of mine
oh ! what am i to do ?
or how should i react ?
oh ! tell me please !

随处是清风

今天看到两篇“STORIES”的文章，
忽然想起周华健的《有故事的人》，
不知大家听过没有？