近日回家, 被告知一消息, 说者骤然说出, 吾等心脏不支. 吾青年虽未必一时之贤杰, 然养于深闺, 千宠万爱, 均时代之弄潮儿. 何以数年不见, 竟荒唐至此..

回首往事千端. 初见时, 数十少女居于一室. 吾正值颓唐之时, 无意与汝等多谈. 况汝彼时争风吃醋, 吾不削于汝深交.

可是那个时候, 我们之中又有谁能知道今后对生活和感情和抉择呢? 有谁想到竟会是这样?

A haunting song by Pink Floyd

Hey You

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
Always doing what you’re told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.