一晃眼,又几年。
酒吧角落里,他不知道这是第几瓶了。这天,酒吧里稀稀落落地坐着很少的客人,舞台上有一个很朋克的女生在唱她的摇滚。
i couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
she felt it everyday.
and i couldn't help her,
i just watched her make the same mistakes again.
what's wrong, what's wrong now?
too many, too many problems.
don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
she wants to go home, but nobody's home.
it's where she lies, broken inside.
with no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
broken inside.
her feelings she hides.
her dreams she can't find.
she's losing her mind.
she's fallen behind.
she can't find her place.
she's losing her faith.
she's fallen from grace.
she's all over the place.
she's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
she's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
他抬眼望去,那女生抱着一把电吉他,金黄色的长发,他看不清楚她的脸。
声音很好听呢,他想,有点像Lorraine的声音。Lorraine,Lorraine,你还好么?我有点想你了……Lorraine,我想你了……
一曲终,本来不多的客人也散了。他没有离去,也不想离去。身边的空酒瓶倒了,向前滚去,停在一双帆布鞋跟前,那人弯腰捡起酒瓶,轻轻地放到他面前。
从头顶上方传来的声线,好似柔和的弦,拨得他的心跳动。
“不要再喝了。”
一张一直在被自己想念着的熟悉的脸。
Lorraine!
“Lorraine!你怎么会在这里?你是来找我的吗?你……”他站起来,身子却向一边倒去。
一双手扶住了他:“你喝多了。”
他抓住那双手,想把它们的主人拉入怀中。
“Lorraine,Lorraine,你听我说,你知道吗,我好想你啊!……”
那人轻轻推开他,继续用让他心跳的声音说:“对不起,我还不认识你,我不是你说的Lorraine,我叫Avril。”
是刚才那个唱摇滚的女生,金黄的头发沿着脸颊锐利的曲线滑下搭在肩头,有轮廓的嘴唇,高挺的鼻梁,和那双和Lorraine一样清澈的眼睛,蓝色,散发着逼人的气息。
但一眨眼,他又看到了Lorraine的脸重叠在她的脸上,若隐若现,若即若离。
“不……你是……”
Lorraine……
他在沙发上翻了个身,黑暗张着大口,吞噬一切,陌生的景物只分得清黑色和白色。袭来的头痛让他想起发生的事。
酒吧,酒瓶,摇滚,Avril。
Avril,Lorraine。
眼前是Lorraine带着耳机坐在门口安静地听摇滚,再翻过身就看到Avril抱着吉他站在台上唱摇滚。
闭上眼睛看到Lorraine在快速地写字,低头,头发垂在眼睛前面留下细碎的影子。睁开眼,Avril在聚光灯下,朋克的打扮,看不清她的脸。
望着不同于慕尼黑的夜,他还记得Lorraine的温度,却感觉到Avril的双手,手心里缺少那份留恋的寂寞。
睡不着,他干脆坐起身,绕过地上一堆凌乱的报纸,坐到窗台上。
CD机读碟飞快旋转的声音,然后音乐流淌。
Avril不知道什么时候站在了窗前,递过一杯清水。
“如果头痛的话,还是回去躺着吧。”
他接过玻璃杯。
“谢谢。这时你家?”
“是的,你在酒吧喝醉了。”
We meet in the night in the Spanish café
I look in your eyes just don't know what to say
It feels like I'm drowning in salty water
A few hours left 'til the sun's gonna rise
tomorrow will come an it's time to realize
our love has finished forever
how I wish to come with you
how I wish we make it through
Just one last dance
before we say goodbye
when we sway and turn round and round and round
it's like the first time
Just one more chance
hold me tight and keep me warm
cause the night is getting cold
and I don't know where I belong
Just one last dance
“为什么听这么悲伤的歌?”
Avril没有回答,只是望着天空。
歌声漂浮在斯图加特深夜的空气里。
他没有继续等待她的回答,却扭头看向如墨般的夜色。他不想让他看到他眼底的泪,因为他想着在慕尼黑的某个地方,有一个女孩,也曾听着这首歌,带着他送的发带,随着它,独自旋转。
夜,已经浓得化不开。