写在迷茫的北京冬秋

又开始疯狂的吃东西

很想知道，吃完了，又该干什么？

如果生活像味觉一样容易满足

我想我不会经常空虚

吃完挑逗、还有麦丽素，

麦丽素完了，还有大果粒……

都吃完了，还可以吃饭。

 

北京的大风太猖狂，

卷起学三残留的破沙，

肆意地摧残着迷茫的小黄

好在那些扛着满肩魅黄的大树

飘下一片一片银杏叶

……

 

Cry cry cry,just a little for me, down in the blowing,

Nobody isthere, nobody knows, baby , now, I feel myself atsea

Violins arenot that happy, nor are the pianos,

Rhythmsdancing around my ear, but I don’t wanna appreciateit

I know it’sjust another gloomy block

Which I haveto confront.

I said Idon’t wanna be alone

Never have Ibeen , though

But why, Iam continuous at sea?

Baby , comeon, you are not going that way

Don’thesitate on thinking whether or not to do

Don’t askwhat is right

Norwrong

You knowit.

 

Life iscolorful, like the rainbow,

Life isbroad, like the sky

Life islong, like the road,

So it’smysterious,

For you’llnever know how long and tough you can walk

So baby,just go forward, just handle your today

Handle now,handle yourself,

Jump out of the sea, baby,baby
，comeon.

                                                     ___________by Huanghe “at sea”