可不可以不勇敢 - 范玮琪
你用浓浓的鼻音说一点也没事
反正又美又痛才是爱的本质
一个人旅行也许更有意思
和他真正结束才能重新开始
几年贴心的日子换分手两个字
你却严格只准自己哭一下子
看着你努力想微笑的样子
我的心像大雨将至那么潮湿
我们可不可以不勇敢?
当伤太重心太酸无力承担
就算现在女人很流行释然
好像什么困境都知道该怎么办
我们可不可以不勇敢?
当爱太累梦太乱没有答案
难道不能坦白的放声哭喊?
要从心底拿走一个人很痛很难
Good advice always takes the wind out from one’s sails, and if used with a liberal dose of common sense and awareness, situational or otherwise, one can almost never put one’s foot wrong, instead of hurtling to one’s doom.
My tongue remains curled around all manner of positivity, exhorting admission tutors around the world to accept my bright young things, and an uncertain rhythm has thankfully taken over my life. Not a moment to dwell on impossibilities, and fragments of ideas linger on, waiting to be embellished and made whole; the juxtaposition of curriculum theories, stretching into the distance, vaguely fatuous stories about life and how we should accept who we are and what we have, storms in many coffee mugs and assorted teacups, and I have finally, admittedly, been proven utterly, completely and irrevocably wrong. But it is too late.
Last week I delivered my lectures on Intelligent Design, and this week the God Delusion finally sees the light of day, and already the fallout has begun. The holidays beckon (I am already far away), and I remember vaguely who I used to be, rolling all over the place and never quite knowing what tomorrow held for me, reality held at arm’s length. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine what it feels like.
Instead, I step blindly all over the place, smashing lives and plugging leaks. What a mess.