夜行车
午夜
听着绵绵的春雨
我登上了夜行车
墨绿的车皮摇着
沉睡的木座椅
还有我的几丝银发
在昏暗的灯光里醒目
停了一站又一站
涌上一群又一群的少年
我寻找着鲜红
在人群中
寻找着你唇上的第一抹口红
在记忆中
停了一站又一站
停在了深秋的早晨
走下一群又一群的少年
走向雨后的彩虹
而你唇上的第一抹口红
依然摩挲着我的伤痛
Echo
I look for traces of green in a farm of fossils.
Where a forest once was young.
Where I once heard breeze brush leaves and branches.
And their echoes still vibrate in my aged heart.
I look for traces of blue in a desert of plateau.
Where an ocean once was young.
Where I once heard waves batter cliffs and beaches.
And their echoes still vibrate in my desiccated heart.
I look for traces of white in a universe of dirt.
Where innocence once was young.
Where I once heard love sing a song of truth.
And their echoes still vibrate in my tainted heart.