寫文字時(shí)斤程，喜歡開著音箱，隨便什么歌叹誉，只要有飄出來的音符强霎，全身舒坦忿项。
Windflowers,
my father told me
not to go near them,
he said he feared them always,
and he told me that they carried him away.
Windflowers,
beautiful windflowers,
I couldn't wait to touch them,
to smell them I held them closely,
and now I cannot break away ,
their sweet bouquet disppears,
like the vapor in the desert,so take a warning, son.
Windflowers,
Ancient windflowers,
their beauty captures every young dreamer,
who lingers near them,
but Ancient windflowers,
I love you.
歌里說:我的爸爸從前警告過我，不要去靠近風(fēng)花，那種古老的風(fēng)花轩触，一旦靠近了就會(huì)離不開它寞酿，就會(huì)時(shí)時(shí)地追逐它，使自己痛苦怕膛。但是我沒有聽話熟嫩。果然秦踪，我如今再也離不開它了褐捻。
從前，我曾是個(gè)渴望著有不朽愛情的人椅邓。
再?gòu)那澳眩以莻€(gè)渴望著驚心動(dòng)魄的故事發(fā)生在我身上的人。
很早的從前景馁，大人就告誡我板壮，離幻想要遠(yuǎn)一點(diǎn)，說幻想就象一塊冰合住，看著晶瑩绰精，碰上去會(huì)讓你一直冷到心里。
然而透葛，心里那古老的風(fēng)花還是搖曳著笨使，搖曳著，所以僚害，我總是情不自禁硫椰。
一曲終了，才知道萨蚕，飄飛的風(fēng)花原來是自己凋零的心靶草，有些聲音是在教我們慢慢去體會(huì)，去感受岳遥。
