天空不白怎麼藍

Enjoy Your Life，他曾經說過。
                                                                               
                                                                               
雖然，
                                                                               
我還是不斷地被十這數字襲擊。
                                                                               
啦啦啦，好像就是最終的答案。
                                                                               
可是沒有人可以把我放回到那個一九九九年的夜晚。
                                                                               
如果青春其實是像個屁一樣，
                                                                               
那還不如說像是稍縱即逝的美麗煙火。
                                                                               
                                                                               
只是我永遠也搞不懂，
                                                                               
他為什麼總是笑著說，你還在等待什麼？
                                                                               
                                                                               
期待他的拖稿可以喚回那七月七號的溫度。

期待他的脫軌演出可以讓人臉紅的想大叫。
                                                                               
一直都是這樣。
                                                                               
                                                                               
十年。披頭四最後還是分散。
                                                                               
十年，在撐過一個月又幾天我就可以更開心的跟你一起慶祝。
                                                                               
十年，是不是一樣還有一個我深愛的搖滾樂團陪著我走下去？
                                                                               
十年。他依舊吶喊著那些不被了解的才浪漫。
                                                                               
                                                                               
其實我很想說這場人生爆點怎麼如此的多。
                                                                               
                                                                               
就算他還是一直，
                                                                               
用他那隨時在認識這世界的新鮮般的字句，
                                                                               
清楚的刻劃著單純的美好。

我想還是不能怕。不孤單，所以不哭。
                                                                               
                                                                               
有太多的東西細數著。
                                                                               
我的DNA，我的血液，我的足跡，我的瘋狂。
                                                                               
                                                                               
要不是那首莫名貼切形容這個世界的歌。
                                                                               
要不是那時傻傻地覺得有人很帥氣滿分！
                                                                               
要不是那十幾歲跟二十幾歲的距離，
                                                                               
卻擁有著無限大的交集點。
                                                                               
                                                                               
應該就不會需要呼喊著啥鬼的一路發口號。
                                                                               
不會有什麼淋雨排隊那種該死的體驗。
                                                                               
不會有著無止盡的只有樂高人可以看。

就不會有一直當機和搶不完的網路門票。
                                                                               
就更不會老是被他笑著說你在任性的堅持什麼？
                                                                               
                                                                               
可是有很多的事不會他明白的。
                                                                               
                                                                               
我還是錯過了許多的事情，
                                                                               
他會說你浪費了更多。
                                                                               
                                                                               
是這樣吧？
                                                                               
                                                                               
在那小小的地方，尚未崩壞的地方，可以放肆的歌唱。
                                                                               
溫暖的，也許有點赤熱。
                                                                               
悲傷的，但有著繼續的力量。

雖然已經破掉的西瓜還是那樣般的很好吃。

雖然世界末日就是明天但這就是我的態度。

雖然你的給我溫柔一直都不是我要的自由。

雖然在那彩虹的另一端才會有美麗的勇氣。

希望，
                                                                               
那的旋律，
                                                                               
會是未來的曙光。