上完馬克思, 我一個人回宿舍, 聽這張碟, 很想漫無目的地流浪.
"Something was gone but I still try to get them back.
I failed. Obviously I was totally wrong.
Something that was gone will never come back.
No one can get them back.
It was silly to think that me myself can let them back.
How stupid I was.
Maybe it is the fate.
It is God who let things be like that.
I'd better stop the strange ideas.
It is just the fate."
我想好的標題是失去的, 一個不小心打成逝去的.
都一樣了.
今晚不知道為什么這么失落, 好像真的失去了什么一樣.