不知道什么时候开始喜欢民谣，也许是真的不再年轻了，
也許是那些青葱的年华真的一去不复返了，
也许是真的开始为自己放弃的，为自己遗失的喟叹和感伤……谁知道呢？
舒缓的木吉他，沧桑的声音，一瞬间，恍然如梦……
那种淡淡的忧伤和着午后太阳明亮的光影流泻在窗棂上，有风缱绻，轻拂过那些覆着些许尘灰的前尘往事，很久了，没有在这样的午后细数心上的小小缝隙，那些添塞着我的一笑一颦，一喜一忧的昔日的幻影。
曾经喜欢冬天的太阳，
曾经喜欢在冬天的午后靠在床头看书，看叔本华，看史记，看画册，
喜欢那种沉缓的时间流动和凝滞的声响，
可以看见细小的微尘在阳光温暖的呵护里飞扬的样子，
暖暖的，懒懒的，忘记一切的存在，一直到夕阳落下来……
曾经喜欢在深夜里写日记，浓深的夜色流转，弥漫，那些沉郁的华丽的文字，凝结着青春年少的痴狂与怅惘的文字，也许以后再也写不出了……
曾经喜欢坐在我的小房间的地板上听歌，可那些给过我安慰，抚平我伤痕的声音很多也都消散在风里了……
人，总会长大……
最怕的一个词：物是人非，多么残酷阿,时间弥合伤口，却偷偷刻下新的，我们感到隐约的疼痛，却不自知……
往昔，往昔的往昔……都过去了……
……
Streets Of London - Ralph Mctell
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hands held loosely at his side
Yesterday''s paper, telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don''t shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I''ll show you something
To make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She''s no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven
The same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman''s mission
Memory fading with the minor ribands that he wears
In our city winter the rain cries little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world which doesn''t care
也许我就是那个总是坐在同一个位置，总是在同样的时间喝同样的茶的人……
从茶杯的边缘看世界，却永远也看不懂……
岁月神偷....
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