February 22
晚间九点，送走妈妈。这两个月是十年以来和她相处时间最长的一次了。她一直用满是关切的目光注视我，欲上前又有点畏缩，像对着一个受了委屈的倔强小孩，不知该如何是好。她想要把我当成手心里的宝宝一样来照顾，就像当年我离开家前一样，却发现她已经帮不了我。我所承受的，她已经帮不了我。所以她只是默默地注视我，忙前忙后，整理房间，洗衣烧饭，容忍我的坏脾气。现在我送走她，把自己留在这个乌蒙蒙的破烂大城里，我只希望自己仍能够适应下去。脆弱是受宠小孩的专利，享受这两个月“不坚强”的生活，我也是幸福的吧。
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in it's case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows
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