A long long time ago
I can still remember...
喇叭接著唱的這首
身體忍不住跟著輕搖
Pumpkin
南瓜寶貝
曾經他喜歡這麼叫我
我也喜歡他這麼叫我
一句呼喊
時差都融化了
燒斷了電話線
我承認有時候腦袋不靈光的時候還是會想他
尤其在這首American pie的催化下
開資料夾的時候
總是會在第一層看見mike的照片
還不想刪
我想留著永遠驕傲一下
這傢伙居然等了七年
雖然沒有美麗的童話
王子跟公主永遠快樂在一起
但永遠會記得
有個傻傻脾氣不好沒耐性的傢伙 總會用著甜甜的口氣呼喊著 my pumpkin~
我想留著永遠偶爾懷念往事
有一天告訴自己的孩子 南瓜姑娘的故事
A long long time ago
I can still remember...
很久很久以前, 有一個男生
他很喜歡南瓜姑娘
認識沒很久的時候
他就對南瓜姑娘說: 我知道妳現在有男朋友, 你可以把我放在後備的位置, 我會等
南瓜姑娘以為是玩笑話, 從來沒有當真過
後來南瓜姑娘跟男朋友分開了, 他知道, 就跑來說, 希望妳可以跟我以結婚為前提交往
南瓜姑娘那時候才23歲, 只覺得這男生好奇怪, 沒有交往過為什麼可以認定對方就是一輩子?
所以南瓜姑娘從來都沒有理會他
每一次他開口跟南瓜姑娘說了什麼
南瓜姑娘沒有回應
他就會覺得很丟臉逃開不見了
要隔很久很久很久才會出現
出現 消失 又出現 又消失
一年兩年三年四年五年六年七年過去了
有一天他問南瓜姑娘
"妳一直是我很迷戀的人. 妳知道我喜歡妳什麼嗎"
"不知道..." ,南瓜姑娘說
"不全是妳的外表, 我喜歡妳的淘氣, 妳的才華, 妳的聰明慧喆, 妳是我見過最聰明的女孩
還記得嗎? 很多年前你給我一個密室逃脫的遊戲, 我根本玩不了它, 我在美國所有身邊的朋友都破不了它
妳不旦破了全部, 還做了說明動畫, 我跟我全部的朋友看了都很驚訝...從那天之後我就更喜歡妳了"
"什麼遊戲?! 我記不得了..." ,南瓜姑娘說
後來他開始講了很多很多小小的事情, 小到南瓜姑娘根本都忘記了或沒放在心上, 卻讓他記了好久好久
他一直講一直講一直講
南瓜姑娘沒有說話, 聽在耳朵裡, 心裡一點一點被融化了...
原來真的會有人, 他會看見南瓜姑娘真正的樣子, 他所喜歡的是南瓜姑娘的全部
最後一句他說
"每次離開之後, 總是會想起小南瓜, 無論經過什麼, 還是會想知道她現在的全部, 我想, 應該就是這個女孩子了.."
南瓜姑娘沒有出聲, 卻紅了眼框...
等了七年好不容易有機會可以走在一起了
可是因為這個男生宗教信仰的關係, 他過著維根生活, 不是只有吃素, 而是生活沒有動物成份
他總是要南瓜姑娘把對喵窩窩的愛也分給其他動物
有一天他跟南瓜姑娘為了將來生活的事吵了起來
他希望南瓜姑娘可以跟他一樣的生活
不想要衣服分開放, 鞋子分開放, 吃飯分開吃, 親完嘴嘴要漱口...不想要生活在一起卻有隔閡
南瓜姑娘不喜歡他把這些當成一種條件 就說,
"為什麼你不能像對待你的父母家人一樣對我多點耐心, 我只是不想跟你分得那麼遠 為什麼你不懂"
"妳當然可以現在就過來 我求之不得妳現在就在我身邊 可是甜蜜了3-5個月之後呢 我們一定會為了生活的事吵架" ,他對南瓜姑娘說
最後他說 "妳不會為我改變的"
吵了一架之後, 他就消失不見了
南瓜姑娘很難過, 哭了很多天, 也想起了那個密室逃脫遊戲, 哭得更厲害了, 為什麼連這麼小的事都記得...
可是南瓜姑娘沒有氣餒
因為她知道 做好自己 努力生活 開心著
不用太在乎身材是不是變了 工作是不是順利 有沒有人愛
一定會有人會看見妳真正美麗自信的樣子 他會知道你的美好
所以呀, 上天派了一個老天使給你媽媽, 就是你爸爸 :)
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die." |
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