在热闹的街市上，我看见一位老人静静地坐着，似乎在回忆往昔。

ChasingTheSun-SaraBareillesIt’sareallyoldcityStuckbetweenthedeadandthelivingSoIthoughttomyself,sittingonagraveyardshelfAstheechoofheartbeats,fromthegroundbelowmyfeetFilledacemeteryinthecenterofQueensIstartedrunningthemazeofThenamesandthedates,someolderthanothersTheskyscrapers,littletombstonebrothersWithManhattanbehindher,threemillionstunningremindersBuiltacemeteryinthecenterofQueensYousaid,rememberthatlifeisNotmeanttobewastedWecanalwaysbechasingthesun!SofillupyourlungsandjustrunButalwaysbechasingthesun!Sohowdoyoudoit,Withjustwordsandjustmusic,capturethefeelingThatmyearthissomebody’sceiling,canIdeliverinsoundTheweightofthegroundOfacemeteryinthecenterofQueensThere’sahistorythroughherSenttousasagi

像這宇宙諧和求妳像我不要亂去想為甚麼*

四五揸起手震

Begaglassofwaternow

湖口分江水，东流独有情

冷铎残香僧舍开，斜风细雨坐中来

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