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龙华寺外，寒天冻地，拼命蹦跳双脚也失去知觉。当天空中绽开焰火，心被感动淹没，不为哪一一座寺庙哪一声钟响，哪一年的结束或哪一年的开始，不为谁的荒谬的往昔或未谱的未来，只为这浓浓硝烟味中，一起瑟瑟发抖的六张脸，映着同一片夜空的十二只年轻眼睛。那一刻，属于我们，只属于那一刻的我们。

This is December of all the Decembers from 2002 through 2008, where seems to bring many things to an end.

Getting prepared to say goodbye to lots of people and this city I've been hiding for so many years.

Heading for the never reachable horizontal line, leaving the past part of myself sleeping deep in dust. We have to die a little before we can grow up, right?

And the gold dust, will gain its new life, glittering over the sky of memory in eternity.

 

A incompleted Chinese version of the song GOLD DUST by tori amos, a gift to myself at the beginning of my 25th year of life.

 

**GOLD DUST**

***Tori amos**

 

Sights and sounds
Pull me back down another year
声，影
带我回到那一年

 

I was here
I was here
我曾来过这里
我曾来过这里

Whipping past the reflecting pool
Me+you Skipping school
掠过倒影池
是我和你
逃学的情景

 

And we make it up
As we go along
We make it up we
Go along
渐行渐远啊
渐行渐远啊

 

You said -
You raced from langley -
Pulling me underneath A cherry blossom canopy
当时你说
你从langley赶来
把我
拉到盛开的樱花树下

 

-do I have-
Of course I have,
Beneath my raincoat,
I have your photographs.
你的照片呢？
当然
雨衣之下
我带着它

 

And the sun on your face
I'm freezing that frame
你一脸阳光灿烂
定格在我心中

 

And somewhere alfie cries
And says "enjoy his every smile
You can see in the dark
Through the eyes of laura mars"
还记得
Alfie 曾含泪说
“珍惜他的每个笑容吧，
凭 laura mars 之眼，在黑暗中你也看得见”

 

How did it go so fast
You'll say
As we are looking back
And then we'll
Understand
We held gold dust
In our
Hands
逝者如斯啊
也许你会这么说
回首时，才发现我们手中
原来握着金沙

 

自小荣同志走了之后，生活便无趣很多，竞连原先最爱的美食也没多大兴趣，一日日又苗条起来。离开的那日，伤感似乎还不是太重，毕竟回忆还是新鲜。可是，那一点点的怀念开始一天天越抹越黑越沉重了。自诩为逍遥派掌门人的吴牙子老先生也要怀疑，蓬莱仙岛此次派仙女小荣同志的出访，究竟有何深意？

 

 

我努力回忆许多年前那个晚上校园天空的颜色.

仿佛是灰蓝的,周围的空气也是淡淡的蓝色,把树和房子和人都泡在夜色里,洗得很干净.

远处小山丘上那棵歪脖子树像在静静地仰望天空.

是夏天还是秋天?有晚风吗?

都不记得了.

但记得操场边破旧的小礼堂里,灯光是桔色的.

有欢笑声,

摇晃的人影伴着走调的旋律.

今天,我已记不起他们中许多人的模样.

但我却仍一次次,

一次次地想起那天晚上校园的天空.