“When I was young I’d listen to the radio
Waiting for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along
It make me smile …”
常聽人說，當你喜歡回憶的時候就證明你已經老了。我不知道我算不算是已經老了，不過最起碼是個正在老去的人吧，其實哪個又能逃得過呢？
“When they get to the part
where he’s breaking her heart
It can really make me cry
just like before.
It’s yesterday once more. ”
喜歡這首歌的人，應該都是喜歡沉醉的人吧…
沉醉於歌聲裏..
沉醉在思緒中…
大概每個人的心裏都有一些專屬於自己的記憶，總是在獨處或者聽到或者看到某些熟悉的場景時，又被不經意間勾起，化作一團濃濃的小情傷，久久無法散去。那些曾經的片斷在腦海裏浮現，不斷重複又不斷消失…不停流轉又漸漸模糊。於是，便想象著在某個午後，端著這杯濃濃的咖啡，閉著眼睛沐浴在陽光下，感受溫暖驅走嚴寒。
“Looking back on
how it was in years gone by
And the good times that had
makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed…”
那些幽遠的舊日記憶，仿佛一張張發黃的舊照片，令人懷念起曾經有過的少年時光，感到一絲久違的溫馨，但又令人黯然，想要追尋什麽？卻又無從憶起….
“Every shalala shalala
every wo’wo wo’wo still shines.
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling shing-a-ling-a-ling
that they’re starting to sing so fine ………”
人生如歌，再優美的旋律總有結束的時候。一曲終了，只有在余音裊繞中，或許還殘留著一絲若有若無的回響。
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