东行记：老井

暴雨中醒来...

中午，天气阴沉，漫空飞舞着丝絮。坐在桌前，静静地看书...不知不觉中竟靠在椅子上睡着了（书写地也不枯燥啊，为什么会睡着呢？呵...）后被一阵阵雷声惊醒，抬眼窗外望去，竟是暴雨如注！顿时困意全无，起身走上阳台，眼前只有白茫茫的一片，不时有亮闪从远处的低空中传过来，紧跟的就是令人心勯的闷雷...
回屋打开WINAMP，耳机传来的竟是伤感的《SEPARATE LIVES》，呵呵...在这个暴雨中的午后，沉浸于这样美丽失落的旋律，实在是一种奇妙的心灵体验！

SEPARATE LIVES
Phil Collins, Marilyn Martin

You called me from the room in your hotel.
All full of romance for someone that you'd met.
And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon.
And that you miss me sometimes, when you're alone in your room.
Do I feel lonely too?
You have no right to ask me how I feel.
You have no right to speak to me so kind.
I can't go on, just holding on to ties.
Now, that we're living separate lives.
Well I held on to let you go.
And if you lost your love for me, you never let it show.
There was no way to compromise.
So now we're living-living-separate lives.
Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation.
So you build that wall - build that wall - yes, you build that wall- build that wall
And make it stronger.
Well you have no right to ask me how I fell.
You have no right to speak to me so kind.
Some day I might - I might - find myself looking in your eyes.
But for now, we'll go on living separate lives.
Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives, ooh
Separate lives.