The faint smiles on CD covers captured the hearts of a generation.
唱片封套的淺笑,俘虜了一代人的心。
Love, all-consuming love is bound to fail. This is common wisdom. If we venture upon our old path, we would only repeat the same mistake. The two three things about love is enough to make fools out of us. What an unsettling life.
“Dust in the Wind”, a footnote marking our lives’ incidences, and destinies.
It was meant to be a curse, or perhaps a lament. From this moment onwards we are stuck.
Fetishizing over that instant. Yes, there are those who think themselves smart, masquerading as god’s messenger. They talk of plans about a flimsy future, cliched encouragements long overdue. Naively they think of embracing for eternity, perfecting life with two or three slogans.
One can never be guilty of naivety.
The world, until the last, clapped and clapped. They would have cheered you onto madness.
Neither you nor I were believers. For a while we were unsettled by the crowd’s infatuation.
Those unsettled and chaotic times. We hid, all the while, in music.
Wind falls at night, sweeping away the dust, the memories.
“ Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see”
Same old song
Just a drop of water in endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Wind falls at night, sweeping away the dust, the memories.
愛得過了火,傷了而不自知.聽是老生常談話。可,重走舊路,大概依然一樣的錯.情愛的事害得我們滿臉塵土.那是何等邋遢的人生呢。
《風裡的塵土》( Dust in the wind) 咒起了一場關於生命事故的引子.
原來早就是詛咒。或者,不是。其實是哀悼……從此到以後或是從此再以後。不過是關於一瞬間的迷思。
為了那麼一瞬間抓狂。的確,世上存在著那些自認聰明绝頂之徒，装個上帝使者身份，对同路人指指點點。如何如何規劃是如此珍貴的那麼一瞬間。算計如何如何的麗將來，永不放弃之流的連篇土話。天真得可憐地以為輕易的擁抱永遠。以為三兩口號造就經典人生。
不自量力永不是罪。
世人·到了最後,還是會連翻鼓動著掌聲，為你，為你失了瘋的一瞬間而暍采。
我和他從不是信徒。更為過這些那些興奮莫名的人面而抓狂。
抓狂的歲月。我們一直躲在音樂裡……
幽幽的夜風，翻起了鋪滿回憶的塵埃。
（訴說人生）只不過是重彈老調
脆弱得像茫茫大海裡的一點小水滴。
如此卑微的我們所能做到的又是甚麼….
縱然一直拒面對,那些總會讓我們粉身碎骨的結局。
幽幽的夜風,翻起了鋪滿塵埃的回憶。