琴鍵是她的肢體琴聲是她的語言鋼琴是她的情與欲一個男人想控制她一個男人想了解她她把琴沉入深海握住了現世溫暖 At night I think of my piano in ocean grave, and sometimes myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent, I just want to sleep. There is a silence where no sound will be in a cold grave under a deep deep sea.
最后才懂自己是butterfly自己才是這段戀情中弱勢的一方愛情終將成為謊言但并不代表我不曾愛過你“whatever happens, the days I spent with you, were the only days I ever turly existed.(190203 于冰島lucky records)