Flat of Angles 歌词

歌曲	Flat of Angles
歌手	YoungStar
专辑	Late Night Tales: Friendly Fires
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	or worse, someone who knows me walks by.
[00:00.03]	I hope you enjoy the finally files Late Night Tales selection
[00:03.29]	Welcome
[00:04.74]	To the first part of the four part late night tell story Flat of Angles
[00:10.03]	Written by Simon Cleary and read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
[00:15.55]	I’ll miss you,
[00:18.75]	I’ll miss our walks,
[00:22.60]	trying to pretend we are in perfect step.
[00:25.28]	Out of step now,
[00:28.25]	sick on the floor,
[00:30.81]	out of the room,
[00:32.63]	fenced in, trapped.
[00:35.57]	I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10:30.
[00:41.17]	It always used to annoy me, as I was trying to sleep, but it doesn’t now.
[00:44.90]	It seems alright.
[00:46.92]	A replacement, a continuation.
[00:51.55]	Their sound jangles around the room,
[00:55.12]	it sounds so different from where I’ve been.
[00:58.14]	A party, alone.
[01:02.35]	Packed in with others, but never feeling so alone.
[01:07.41]	People dance too close.
[01:11.60]	She was there, I had only gone because I hoped she would be.
[01:19.33]	I had arrived early, as the the streetlights were coming on,
[01:22.85]	so I took a long walk around the block,
[01:25.99][01:24.47]	taking a few extra lefts and rights,
[01:27.00]	past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter,
[01:30.71]	then along a crescent that arced me out of my way,
[01:32.59]	past a group of figures huddled under the entrance to the flats,
[01:35.56]	shielding the flicking lighter from the wind.
[01:38.35]	This... area is little more than a traffic island,
[01:45.96]	a triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent,
[01:52.27]	or out into Kent and the coast.
[01:54.66]	The same faces trudge around there for yeas.
[01:59.25]	“Spare some change please? Much as possible.”
[02:01.72]	“You want to buy some weed.”
[02:03.69]	“Do you have a spare cigarette?”
[02:06.06]	He always wants one.
[02:08.13]	And that one about weed was not a question.
[02:11.12]	There is a Samaritans office between two everely dilapidated buildings on a black-bricked terrace.
[02:18.75]	It has a thermometer painted on a 10 ft wooden board nailed to the outside.
[02:22.70]	There is red paint up to the ￡0 mark, and, an ambitious 10 ft higher,
[02:26.84]	is written ￡200,000. It never got any warmer there.
[02:32.03]	The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour when going towards my flat.
[02:40.61]	He looks up with a pitiful stare that makes me want to kick the misery out of him.
[02:46.82]	His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee.
[02:50.36]	A child’s sleeping bag.
[02:52.22]	JJB sports.
[02:53.58]	A crack, a release, his poor exhaust.
[02:57.26]	He was lost.
[02:59.08]	The Broadway.
[03:03.12]	The Town Hall, such a grand building, all nautical reminiscences, here, far from water.
[03:10.53]	It would be quite a sight if you could get far back enough from it to take a look.
[03:13.45]	But my back is up against the black panelling of the gay sauna opposite,
[03:18.26]	a coach thunders by, and I run past the video shop that I owe ￡5 to.
[03:23.05]	Meaning go way back.
[03:26.95]	I may be becoming one of those people you see in New Cross.
[03:32.19]	I have a book, peeping out of one pocket, at least want to look vaguely intellectual if someone I know,
[03:41.03]	I throw down the finish can into the pile between two walls, outside my flat.
[03:46.09]	Look, there’s the hardware store.
[03:49.98]	It has a large cutout of a radiant man and woman in overalls,
[03:52.70]	the woman handing the man a tin of paint, up his ladder, beaming.
[03:56.18]	It has faded in the sun.
[03:58.90]	I bought creosote from there, once.
[04:02.12]	What a night!
[04:07.26]	Pure ment..!
[04:09.23]	It was messy!
[04:11.07]	It was out of hand! It was out of space!
[04:13.40]	I rapped on that track once, at Bagley’s, remember it?!Skibbadee handed me the mic,
[04:17.32]	I got to shout “I’M GONNA SEND HIM TO OUTER SPACE TO FIIIND ANOTHER RACE!”
[04:22.70]	Absolutely fantastic, those days…
[04:28.19]	The pills these days are not the same, they don’t work.
[04:31.33]	No love.
[04:33.78]	I was chatting to this bloke in the kitchen, and he said something,
[04:36.05]	I can’t remember what,
[04:36.69]	but I had to push him over, crashed his arse on the coffee table,
[04:39.73]	ash tinnies and CDs everywhere!
[04:42.66]	Spilled the lines too, the fat bastard.
[04:46.29]	I can’t get you out of my head,
[04:50.98]	your loving is all I think about,
[04:56.02]	no I can’t get you out of my head,
[04:58.85]	something something is all I think about.
[05:00.41]	I can’t get this loop out of my head,
[05:01.88]	no I think I’ll have to…
[05:03.54]	I need to sit down.
[05:06.76]	I can’t stop my leg jiggling,
[05:09.40]	it wants to be somewhere else.
[05:10.23]	I need to get out of here.
[05:10.88]	I can hear sirens – can you hear them?
[05:11.88]	Then again, they are always here,
[05:12.92]	the background to day to day life here.
[05:14.31]	When music is playing, and they come,
[05:15.82]	they sometimes sync up.
[05:16.68]	The New Cross Remix, I call it.
[05:19.01]	I used to... call it.
[05:22.09]	This isn’t how it advertised itself.
[05:27.32]	It was fun, it was Technicolour, the music made me feel liquid,
[05:35.03]	I melted into the company and was chief among them.
[05:37.15]	I was in the kitchen, pouring pint after pint of water over myself, insisting to a stranger that
[05:43.71]	“No, no… The drinks are on me!”
[05:47.38]	I can’t remember what happened after that.
[05:50.71]	Except her there. I had managed to talk to her,
[05:57.24]	I was talking about an art gallery, I thought she’d be impressed,
[05:59.91]	but her eyes kept dancing around the space behind me,
[06:01.83]	smiles flickered on her lips as her eyes focussed on scenes I was oblivious to.
[06:06.12]	I heard laughter. It was from my throat, but I didn’t feel it.
[06:10.75]	I was just trying to breathe life into a long-dead persona.

	or worse, someone who knows me walks by.
[00:00.03]	I hope you enjoy the finally files Late Night Tales selection
[00:03.29]	Welcome
[00:04.74]	To the first part of the four part late night tell story Flat of Angles
[00:10.03]	Written by Simon Cleary and read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
[00:15.55]	I' ll miss you,
[00:18.75]	I' ll miss our walks,
[00:22.60]	trying to pretend we are in perfect step.
[00:25.28]	Out of step now,
[00:28.25]	sick on the floor,
[00:30.81]	out of the room,
[00:32.63]	fenced in, trapped.
[00:35.57]	I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10: 30.
[00:41.17]	It always used to annoy me, as I was trying to sleep, but it doesn' t now.
[00:44.90]	It seems alright.
[00:46.92]	A replacement, a continuation.
[00:51.55]	Their sound jangles around the room,
[00:55.12]	it sounds so different from where I' ve been.
[00:58.14]	A party, alone.
[01:02.35]	Packed in with others, but never feeling so alone.
[01:07.41]	People dance too close.
[01:11.60]	She was there, I had only gone because I hoped she would be.
[01:19.33]	I had arrived early, as the the streetlights were coming on,
[01:22.85]	so I took a long walk around the block,
[01:25.99][01:24.47]	taking a few extra lefts and rights,
[01:27.00]	past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter,
[01:30.71]	then along a crescent that arced me out of my way,
[01:32.59]	past a group of figures huddled under the entrance to the flats,
[01:35.56]	shielding the flicking lighter from the wind.
[01:38.35]	This... area is little more than a traffic island,
[01:45.96]	a triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent,
[01:52.27]	or out into Kent and the coast.
[01:54.66]	The same faces trudge around there for yeas.
[01:59.25]	" Spare some change please? Much as possible."
[02:01.72]	" You want to buy some weed."
[02:03.69]	" Do you have a spare cigarette?"
[02:06.06]	He always wants one.
[02:08.13]	And that one about weed was not a question.
[02:11.12]	There is a Samaritans office between two everely dilapidated buildings on a blackbricked terrace.
[02:18.75]	It has a thermometer painted on a 10 ft wooden board nailed to the outside.
[02:22.70]	There is red paint up to the 0 mark, and, an ambitious 10 ft higher,
[02:26.84]	is written 200, 000. It never got any warmer there.
[02:32.03]	The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour when going towards my flat.
[02:40.61]	He looks up with a pitiful stare that makes me want to kick the misery out of him.
[02:46.82]	His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee.
[02:50.36]	A child' s sleeping bag.
[02:52.22]	JJB sports.
[02:53.58]	A crack, a release, his poor exhaust.
[02:57.26]	He was lost.
[02:59.08]	The Broadway.
[03:03.12]	The Town Hall, such a grand building, all nautical reminiscences, here, far from water.
[03:10.53]	It would be quite a sight if you could get far back enough from it to take a look.
[03:13.45]	But my back is up against the black panelling of the gay sauna opposite,
[03:18.26]	a coach thunders by, and I run past the video shop that I owe 5 to.
[03:23.05]	Meaning go way back.
[03:26.95]	I may be becoming one of those people you see in New Cross.
[03:32.19]	I have a book, peeping out of one pocket, at least want to look vaguely intellectual if someone I know,
[03:41.03]	I throw down the finish can into the pile between two walls, outside my flat.
[03:46.09]	Look, there' s the hardware store.
[03:49.98]	It has a large cutout of a radiant man and woman in overalls,
[03:52.70]	the woman handing the man a tin of paint, up his ladder, beaming.
[03:56.18]	It has faded in the sun.
[03:58.90]	I bought creosote from there, once.
[04:02.12]	What a night!
[04:07.26]	Pure ment..!
[04:09.23]	It was messy!
[04:11.07]	It was out of hand! It was out of space!
[04:13.40]	I rapped on that track once, at Bagley' s, remember it?! Skibbadee handed me the mic,
[04:17.32]	I got to shout " I' M GONNA SEND HIM TO OUTER SPACE TO FIIIND ANOTHER RACE!"
[04:22.70]	Absolutely fantastic, those days
[04:28.19]	The pills these days are not the same, they don' t work.
[04:31.33]	No love.
[04:33.78]	I was chatting to this bloke in the kitchen, and he said something,
[04:36.05]	I can' t remember what,
[04:36.69]	but I had to push him over, crashed his arse on the coffee table,
[04:39.73]	ash tinnies and CDs everywhere!
[04:42.66]	Spilled the lines too, the fat bastard.
[04:46.29]	I can' t get you out of my head,
[04:50.98]	your loving is all I think about,
[04:56.02]	no I can' t get you out of my head,
[04:58.85]	something something is all I think about.
[05:00.41]	I can' t get this loop out of my head,
[05:01.88]	no I think I' ll have to
[05:03.54]	I need to sit down.
[05:06.76]	I can' t stop my leg jiggling,
[05:09.40]	it wants to be somewhere else.
[05:10.23]	I need to get out of here.
[05:10.88]	I can hear sirens can you hear them?
[05:11.88]	Then again, they are always here,
[05:12.92]	the background to day to day life here.
[05:14.31]	When music is playing, and they come,
[05:15.82]	they sometimes sync up.
[05:16.68]	The New Cross Remix, I call it.
[05:19.01]	I used to... call it.
[05:22.09]	This isn' t how it advertised itself.
[05:27.32]	It was fun, it was Technicolour, the music made me feel liquid,
[05:35.03]	I melted into the company and was chief among them.
[05:37.15]	I was in the kitchen, pouring pint after pint of water over myself, insisting to a stranger that
[05:43.71]	" No, no The drinks are on me!"
[05:47.38]	I can' t remember what happened after that.
[05:50.71]	Except her there. I had managed to talk to her,
[05:57.24]	I was talking about an art gallery, I thought she' d be impressed,
[05:59.91]	but her eyes kept dancing around the space behind me,
[06:01.83]	smiles flickered on her lips as her eyes focussed on scenes I was oblivious to.
[06:06.12]	I heard laughter. It was from my throat, but I didn' t feel it.
[06:10.75]	I was just trying to breathe life into a longdead persona.

	or worse, someone who knows me walks by.
[00:00.03]	I hope you enjoy the finally files Late Night Tales selection
[00:03.29]	Welcome
[00:04.74]	To the first part of the four part late night tell story Flat of Angles
[00:10.03]	Written by Simon Cleary and read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
[00:15.55]	I' ll miss you,
[00:18.75]	I' ll miss our walks,
[00:22.60]	trying to pretend we are in perfect step.
[00:25.28]	Out of step now,
[00:28.25]	sick on the floor,
[00:30.81]	out of the room,
[00:32.63]	fenced in, trapped.
[00:35.57]	I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10: 30.
[00:41.17]	It always used to annoy me, as I was trying to sleep, but it doesn' t now.
[00:44.90]	It seems alright.
[00:46.92]	A replacement, a continuation.
[00:51.55]	Their sound jangles around the room,
[00:55.12]	it sounds so different from where I' ve been.
[00:58.14]	A party, alone.
[01:02.35]	Packed in with others, but never feeling so alone.
[01:07.41]	People dance too close.
[01:11.60]	She was there, I had only gone because I hoped she would be.
[01:19.33]	I had arrived early, as the the streetlights were coming on,
[01:22.85]	so I took a long walk around the block,
[01:25.99][01:24.47]	taking a few extra lefts and rights,
[01:27.00]	past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter,
[01:30.71]	then along a crescent that arced me out of my way,
[01:32.59]	past a group of figures huddled under the entrance to the flats,
[01:35.56]	shielding the flicking lighter from the wind.
[01:38.35]	This... area is little more than a traffic island,
[01:45.96]	a triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent,
[01:52.27]	or out into Kent and the coast.
[01:54.66]	The same faces trudge around there for yeas.
[01:59.25]	" Spare some change please? Much as possible."
[02:01.72]	" You want to buy some weed."
[02:03.69]	" Do you have a spare cigarette?"
[02:06.06]	He always wants one.
[02:08.13]	And that one about weed was not a question.
[02:11.12]	There is a Samaritans office between two everely dilapidated buildings on a blackbricked terrace.
[02:18.75]	It has a thermometer painted on a 10 ft wooden board nailed to the outside.
[02:22.70]	There is red paint up to the 0 mark, and, an ambitious 10 ft higher,
[02:26.84]	is written 200, 000. It never got any warmer there.
[02:32.03]	The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour when going towards my flat.
[02:40.61]	He looks up with a pitiful stare that makes me want to kick the misery out of him.
[02:46.82]	His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee.
[02:50.36]	A child' s sleeping bag.
[02:52.22]	JJB sports.
[02:53.58]	A crack, a release, his poor exhaust.
[02:57.26]	He was lost.
[02:59.08]	The Broadway.
[03:03.12]	The Town Hall, such a grand building, all nautical reminiscences, here, far from water.
[03:10.53]	It would be quite a sight if you could get far back enough from it to take a look.
[03:13.45]	But my back is up against the black panelling of the gay sauna opposite,
[03:18.26]	a coach thunders by, and I run past the video shop that I owe 5 to.
[03:23.05]	Meaning go way back.
[03:26.95]	I may be becoming one of those people you see in New Cross.
[03:32.19]	I have a book, peeping out of one pocket, at least want to look vaguely intellectual if someone I know,
[03:41.03]	I throw down the finish can into the pile between two walls, outside my flat.
[03:46.09]	Look, there' s the hardware store.
[03:49.98]	It has a large cutout of a radiant man and woman in overalls,
[03:52.70]	the woman handing the man a tin of paint, up his ladder, beaming.
[03:56.18]	It has faded in the sun.
[03:58.90]	I bought creosote from there, once.
[04:02.12]	What a night!
[04:07.26]	Pure ment..!
[04:09.23]	It was messy!
[04:11.07]	It was out of hand! It was out of space!
[04:13.40]	I rapped on that track once, at Bagley' s, remember it?! Skibbadee handed me the mic,
[04:17.32]	I got to shout " I' M GONNA SEND HIM TO OUTER SPACE TO FIIIND ANOTHER RACE!"
[04:22.70]	Absolutely fantastic, those days
[04:28.19]	The pills these days are not the same, they don' t work.
[04:31.33]	No love.
[04:33.78]	I was chatting to this bloke in the kitchen, and he said something,
[04:36.05]	I can' t remember what,
[04:36.69]	but I had to push him over, crashed his arse on the coffee table,
[04:39.73]	ash tinnies and CDs everywhere!
[04:42.66]	Spilled the lines too, the fat bastard.
[04:46.29]	I can' t get you out of my head,
[04:50.98]	your loving is all I think about,
[04:56.02]	no I can' t get you out of my head,
[04:58.85]	something something is all I think about.
[05:00.41]	I can' t get this loop out of my head,
[05:01.88]	no I think I' ll have to
[05:03.54]	I need to sit down.
[05:06.76]	I can' t stop my leg jiggling,
[05:09.40]	it wants to be somewhere else.
[05:10.23]	I need to get out of here.
[05:10.88]	I can hear sirens can you hear them?
[05:11.88]	Then again, they are always here,
[05:12.92]	the background to day to day life here.
[05:14.31]	When music is playing, and they come,
[05:15.82]	they sometimes sync up.
[05:16.68]	The New Cross Remix, I call it.
[05:19.01]	I used to... call it.
[05:22.09]	This isn' t how it advertised itself.
[05:27.32]	It was fun, it was Technicolour, the music made me feel liquid,
[05:35.03]	I melted into the company and was chief among them.
[05:37.15]	I was in the kitchen, pouring pint after pint of water over myself, insisting to a stranger that
[05:43.71]	" No, no The drinks are on me!"
[05:47.38]	I can' t remember what happened after that.
[05:50.71]	Except her there. I had managed to talk to her,
[05:57.24]	I was talking about an art gallery, I thought she' d be impressed,
[05:59.91]	but her eyes kept dancing around the space behind me,
[06:01.83]	smiles flickered on her lips as her eyes focussed on scenes I was oblivious to.
[06:06.12]	I heard laughter. It was from my throat, but I didn' t feel it.
[06:10.75]	I was just trying to breathe life into a longdead persona.

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[00:10.03]	由西蒙·克利著，由我本尼迪克特·康伯巴奇诵
[00:15.55]	我会想念你，
[00:18.75]	想念我们一起散步，
[00:22.60]	试着假装我们的脚步合拍。
[00:25.28]	而现在节奏乱了，
[00:28.25]	颓废在地板上，
[00:30.81]	走出房间，
[00:32.63]	却被栅栏拦住。
[00:35.57]	我仍能听见十点半学校的孩子们在外玩耍的笑声。
[00:41.17]	这曾经令我恼火，因为这是我睡觉的时候，可现在却不了。
[00:44.90]	这声音听起来反倒不错。
[00:46.92]	像一种替代，一种延续。
[00:51.55]	笑声在屋中回响，
[00:55.12]	与刚才的声音简直天壤之别。
[00:58.14]	那是在派对上，可我感到孤独。
[01:02.35]	四周挤满了人，可我从未感到如此孤独。
[01:07.41]	人们跳舞时离得真近。
[01:11.60]	她以前在那里出现过，我得走了，因为我希望她现在也在那里。
[01:19.33]	街上的灯刚亮，我就早早地来了，
[01:22.85]	因此我四处踱了好长时间，
[01:24.47]	向北走过几条路，
[01:25.99]	向西走过几条街，
[01:27.00]	路过快餐店还有超市，
[01:30.71]	沿着新月的样子我走出一条弧线，
[01:32.59]	路过一群挤在公寓门口的伙计，
[01:35.56]	掩盖了几缕风吹来的灯光。
[01:38.35]	这儿......比环岛要复杂一点，
[01:45.96]	轿车和大巴绕着这个三角形地带涌入荒凉的老肯特区，
[01:52.27]	或从那里出来奔向海岸。
[01:54.66]	熟悉的面孔已在这里蹒跚多年。
[01:59.25]	“请问有零钱吗？越多越好。”
[02:01.72]	“你是想买**。”
[02:03.69]	“有烟吗？”
[02:06.06]	他总想抽烟。
[02:08.13]	关于**，那是肯定的事实。
[02:11.12]	在两座年久失修的黑色砖屋中间是撒马利坦基金会办公室。
[02:18.75]	屋外10英尺高的木板上涂画有一支“温度计”。
[02:22.70]	在0镑处有一个红色标记，而在比那10英寸高的地方，
[02:26.84]	雄心勃勃地写着二十万英镑。不过从没那么热过。
[02:32.03]	在街角乞讨的那个人逼迫我绕了一大段弯路才抵达我的公寓。
[02:40.61]	他可怜地盯着我，让我有一种想要帮他驱除痛苦的冲动。
[02:46.82]	他杯中没人想要的咖啡。
[02:50.36]	一个孩子用的睡袋。
[02:52.22]	普通的衣服。
[02:53.58]	一个裂缝，一种释放，一声可怜的叹息。
[02:57.26]	他迷失了。
[02:59.08]	百老汇。
[03:03.12]	市政厅，多么耸立的建筑，所有的海上回忆在这里远离海洋。
[03:10.53]	如果你走得远一些你能看出这座建筑的宏伟之处。
[03:13.45]	只可惜我后面正对着同性桑拿屋的黑色栅栏，
[03:18.26]	一辆大巴呼啸而过，而我跑过那家我欠了五英镑的音像店。
[03:23.05]	意味着我要折回去。
[03:26.95]	我可能会变成那些你在新十字区能看到的人们之一。
[03:32.19]	我有本书，从我的一个口袋里露出一角，起码我想让我自己看起来稍有些知识，在那些我认识的人或者认识我的人面前。
[03:41.03]	我把吃完的罐头扔到在我公寓外两堵墙之间的一堆上。
[03:46.09]	看，那是五金店。
[03:49.98]	那有个纸板模型，是一个容光焕发的男人和身着工作服的女人，
[03:52.70]	女人给男人拿着一罐颜料，递给梯子上的男人，喜气洋洋地。
[03:56.18]	在太阳的照射下看不太清。
[03:58.90]	我在那买过一次木榴油。
[04:02.12]	这是怎样的一个夜晚！
[04:07.26]	精神极了......！
[04:09.23]	真是一团糟！
[04:11.07]	脱离控制！难以收拾！
[04:13.40]	我在那个酒吧嗨翻过全场，记得吗？斯基巴蒂递给我麦克，
[04:17.32]	我大喊“我要把他送到外太空，寻找新物种！”
[04:22.70]	过去的日子，棒极了......
[04:28.19]	现在，就连药都不一样了，它们不管用！
[04:31.33]	没有爱！
[04:33.78]	我在厨房里和这家伙唠，他说了些什么，
[04:36.05]	但我记不太清，
[04:36.69]	总之我推到他，把他揍翻了。
[04:39.73]	到处都是血和碎片！
[04:42.66]	有关那个胖子，也有说不完的事。
[04:46.29]	我无法摆脱你，
[04:50.98]	我一个劲儿想着你的爱，
[04:56.02]	不，我无法忘了你，
[04:58.85]	我在，我在想着些什么，
[05:00.41]	我无法逃出这个回环，
[05:01.88]	不，我想我得......
[05:03.54]	我得坐下。
[05:06.76]	我的腿止不住地摇，
[05:09.40]	好像要跑。
[05:10.23]	我得离开这。
[05:10.88]	我能听见汽笛的声音——你听得见吗？
[05:11.88]	又来了，总是在响，
[05:12.92]	这是这里生活的背景音乐。
[05:14.31]	音乐响起，它们就也响起来，
[05:15.82]	有时还挺同步。
[05:16.68]	我管这叫“新十字混响”。
[05:19.01]	我曾经......这么叫。
[05:22.09]	它自己可不这么宣传自己。
[05:27.32]	它很有趣。富有科技色彩。这音乐让我感觉流动起来，
[05:35.03]	我融化进企业里，和他们融为一体。
[05:37.15]	我在厨房里，一品脱一品脱地往我身上泼水，对陌生人宣称：
[05:43.71]	“不，不......喝的算我身上！”
[05:47.38]	这之后发生了什么我就不知道了。
[05:50.71]	除了在那的她。我设法和她沟通，
[05:57.24]	我们谈论有关艺术画廊的事，我以为她会被我吸引，
[05:59.91]	可她的眼神分明在我身后四处跳动，
[06:01.83]	当她注意到我不关心的场景时却露出了微笑。
[06:06.12]	我听见了笑声。貌似是我发出来的，可我感觉不到欢乐。
[06:10.75]	我只是努力在面具之下苟延残喘，摧枯拉朽。

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