据说, 秃帅一口流利的挪威语比英语还溜滑. 还据说, 秃帅足球几乎专业水准, 台球几乎Pro。网球我当然知道, USTA 4.5级, 有联赛冠军经历. 乒乓球, 嗯，下次约一场球赛哈：）
特别美好的一首挪威民谣，秃帅唱出了味道。理解你对挪威的感情，那是你青春的记忆。
我似乎可以用英语哼唱哈。
Tir n'a Noir
It’s a dark November, the sea battles the strand
In a shipwrecked dream of a green summer land.
But I still remember pretty Mary McKear,
Far west in Tir n'a Noir.
Were you a dream ? Were you real? Were you skin? Were you blood?
I can hear you laugh. I remember I laughed.
Beyond horizons,
so eroded and gone
are you mine,
my Mary McKear.
When my rusty body walks the hills heavily
I hear somebody whisper before winters, young:
Come back, friend, from the pubs and the drink.
Come again to Tir n'a Noir.
Come to skin. Come to mind from all that is grey.
I shall stroke your cheek, make your eyes blue.
Because behind horizons,
so eroded and gone
am I yours,
your Mary McKear.
So when the evening comes and I silently board,
and my lifeboat is lowered six feet in the ground,
I sail west in the sea to Mary McKear of
the green Tir n'a Noir.
To dream and to cheek and a heaven of consolation
where everything is mind and I hear your voice:
There are no horizons.
All you touch shall remain
I am yours,
your Mary McKear.
