溜冰人 開心的生活

昨天晚上做了很多奇怪的夢。腦筋很忙吧。 Why Did I Dream of You Last Night? by Philip Larkin Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, like slaps in the face; Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog beyond the window. So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.