The Lover

“He said that to him it was strange how much their story had remained what it was before, how he still loved her, how he would never stop loving her for the rest of his life. How he would love her until he died.
He heard her crying on the telephone.
And then from further off, probably from her room – room she hadn’t hung up – he could still hear her crying. And then he tried to hear still more. She was no longer there. She had become invisible, unreachable. And he had cried. Very hard. With all the strength that was in him.”

The Lover
Marguerite Duras






Print: Carpenters - This Masquerade

Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
We’re lost in this masquerade

Both afraid to say we’re just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We’re lost inside this lonely game we play

(*) throughts of leaving disappear
Each time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason
Why we carry on this way
And we’re lost in this masquerade

We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We’re lost inside this lonely game we play

Repeat (*)
We’re lost in a masquerade

因为刚考完，所以比较闲， 有时间干点这些没用的事。
同志们见谅了啊，
其实人家，内心深深处， 也是无比文艺的瓦～～