Thursday, October 16, 2008

你的背包


你说:“这是你的背包”
我说:“这是我的背包”

一九九五年我们在机场的车站
你借我而我不想归还
那个背包载满记念品和患难
还有摩擦留下的图案
你的背包背到现在还没烂
却成为我身体另一半
千金不换它已熟悉我的汗
它是我肩膀上的指环背了六年半
我每一天陪它上班
你借我我就为你保管
我的朋友都说它旧的很好看
遗憾是它已与你无关
你的背包让我走的好缓慢
总有一天陪着我腐烂
你的背包对我沉重的审判
借了东西为什么不还



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

of times, one person had left the placeand gone without trace. the one who remained at origin were the one who still clingy to the past...

you can stand still at origin but not for long.. as this moment will just pass you by..

"tImE iS LiKe RiVeR, yOu CaNnOt ToUcH tHe SaMe WaTeR tWiCe, BeCaUsE tHe fLoW tHaT hAs PaSsEd WiLL nEvEr PaSs AgAiN"