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November 22 两首一直陪着我的歌And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and ev'ry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I've had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way, "Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way". For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way! Yes, it was my way chara庸懒沙哑的声音，像一个吸毒过量的妓女，诠释着一种故作坚强的心理。在上海一个人奔走，我撞见了它。踩着木质的地板，在阴冷的房间里抽着烟；拿着一张地图，在拥挤的人流中穿行。这是我在那里全部的生活，可是我却爱着这个让我在迷失中还认为自己识路的城市。曾经自问，那个时候，孤独么？我只是觉得自己是一片空中的树叶，随风舞动，美丽自由却无处安息。往事对我来说，跟梦一样的不真实，因为我没有留下任何用来回忆那一段的痕迹为了将来某一天祭奠曾经的自己。一个小偷去上海偷盗，因为他觉得那里遍地黄金，结果却让上海盗走了自己心脏的一小片，当他回去的时候，他的某一个器官从此就在离自己很远很远的一个城市不为人知的跳动着。
走我自己想走的路，我曾经是这么一无反顾，但是现在我却从围墙上跳下来了，也许就像妈妈说的，那只是年轻的一种挥霍。毕竟，什么都有限，挥霍完了，其实也什么都没有留下，而我，却依旧需要一点点地活着……
Do you remember
The things we used to say? I feel so nervous When I think of yesterday How could I let things Get to me so bad? How did I let things get to me? Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying... Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying... Will you hold on to me I am feeling frail Will you hold on to me We will never fail I wanted to be so perfect you see I wanted to be so perfect Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying... Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying in the sun Like dying... 如果说《MY WAY》是一种颓废的阳光，那这首歌就让阳光更加的空旷。很多人说它们忧伤，可是我却觉得很温暖。无论我站在哪里，都能眯起眼睛沐浴早上10点左右的阳光，嘈杂的，安静的，但都只希望是一个人。我是随时都会发霉的，所以需要日照，但又不是暴晒，我感激那居然是免费的享受。突然发现，每个人生命里都会有几样离不开又必须时常在左右的东西，渗透的太深，也就因此字写多了必然会重复。烟、酒、麻醉品还有阳光，伴随着时间一点点地吞噬我这个平凡的生命。摧毁自己是一种不良嗜好，但却不一定靠保卫健康和生存来阻止它的蔓延，当一切成为一种习惯，那也就只能任这习惯自生自灭了。
在阳光下慢慢死去，再污浊的灵魂也一样会透明。不用去渴望救赎和洗脱，宝石因为有不同的色彩才会美丽，灵魂因为含有不同的杂质而绚烂，城市也就如此被慢慢装点的更加斑斓……
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