记得2005年我采访阿桑的时候，她自嘲地提到别人都说她是"疗伤歌手"。
转眼间，阿桑不在了。
九月，叶子开始摇摇欲坠。脚底透过鞋子感受到地面的低温，这股寒气直入心骨。
多事之秋。小时候，九月意味着开学。如今，它还意味着开学。只不过，随着今年九月一同终结的，还有我这辈子最后一个学校暑假。鸭子说，怀念做学生的时候。不是因为当学生比工作好，而是因为前者永远失去了。不再拥有的东西，怎么看都是带着难得的光环的。可惜的是，拥有的时候，总也看不到这光环，而且亲手用泪水将它浸泡，使其生锈。
多么幼稚可笑的行为。却也是值得心疼的，我想。
前阵子听郎咸平的讲演，说"为什么女人总觉得自己衣橱里总少件衣服，那是因为她们根本不知道自己到底想要什么样的衣服。"
世界上大概有两种人是值得同情的。一种是因为得不到自己想要的；另一种就是根本不知道自己要什么。
如果叶子知道自己根在何方，就不会因风起而起，风落而落。
有时候真想狠狠打自己一巴掌，清醒一下，好让自己不要像叶子一样漫天飞舞，毫无目的，荒废所拥有的东西，糟蹋触手可及的美好。可有时候就是这种想抽自己的欲望本身，毁了一切。反复审视一切的结果就是身心俱疲。
毕竟，人终究是人。不完美，而且充满矛盾，像叶子。而叶子很脆弱，风的力量却是多么的大！
要怎样的坚强，才能抵抗情绪的洪流。叶子是否能摆脱风。自己跟自己的抗争本身，是不是已经换来了体无完肤。
答案也许就在头破血流的尝试中。
抑或是，就此消失在漠然里。
然而，我决定向前看。
"听歌可以疗伤。"就在一瞬间，音符抚平了所有纠结，让我再次感到，生活是多么美好。
感谢这首听了半年的歌，在久别之后突然响起在深夜11点多的路口。也感谢波士顿电话那边的耳朵。当然，还有这可怜巴巴却温柔无比到让我感动得哭出来的蹲在门口守候的特鲁司，让我不得不相信，冥冥之中，有天意在所有事物间构筑了一种默契。
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
