自恋

有些歌儿的词总是在某些多愁的天气里无端揪人肠子肝子。听着这歌儿不免神往，可惜已经太老，这些脆生生的感情早就风干石化。想想自己年轻时候也曾经这样一门心思地这样纯情到几近偏执，叹一声聊寄哀思。许多东西就在不知不觉中丢掉了，好的坏的，再也找不回来。有时候庆幸练成现在这坚忍干枯的心，但每每被这歌带回到那脆弱柔软却赤诚的曾经，多少坚忍干枯都不由突然粉化成灰，幸还是不幸，谁说了算呢。
You will be my ain true love
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutless wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain true love.

The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain true love,
I've gone to find my ain true love


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