这几天粘在网上无以自拔，终于想到借一首歌，聊以表达对地震死难同胞哀思(以及我十多年前放弃地震学的负罪感)。地震前三天，我还在四川省地震局拜访从前一起下放康定的同事...... CBC的爵士电台暂停一阵。 这或许是情绪最为恰如其分的一首歌了。
Don't Cry for Me， Argentina
It won't be easy
You'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I fell
That I still need your love
After all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will say it's a girl
You once knew
Although she's dressed up to the night
At sixes and sevens with you
I have to let it happen
I have to change
Couldn't sail my life down at hill
Looking out of the window
Staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around
Trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune
And as for fame
I never invited them in
Though we seemed to the world
They were all desired
They are the illusion
They are not the solution
They promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Argentina
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more
I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is
Look at me to know
That every word is true
