西貢小姐
我看她奔跑,像幾年前的自己,對一切充滿著好奇, 海浪的聲音也沖刷不進自己乾涸的體內,缺水的自己,隨著年齡老去。 旅程的最後一天晚上,他看著我,他說,相信我,海浪聲,她穿著露肩的碎花長裙,她淡淡的眼神,我好像看見自己的teenage dream,我說,好,只有一個小時。她坐上他的摩托車,徜徉而去,在海風的路上,這樣一個晚上會陪伴她多少個,往後多少個老去的歲月? 我是一個老去的肉軀,拖著疲憊的步伐走到藍光的游泳池,對著沙灘躺下,每個在城市裡發生的事,成了我一層的皮,我再也感受不到幾層底下的一顆豌豆的彎曲,只有承重的睡眠,如海浪侵蝕想法。 沒有再握著真理的鑰匙,只有生活的米和麥,我也那麼浪漫過,相信命運,相信宇宙和星星。 Jesse: If today was our last day? Céline: Yeah, what would we talk about, what would you tell me, for example? Jesse: Well... Céline: That's hard. Jesse: No, I'll do it, I'll do it. I definitely... would stop talking about my book. I have to admit I would probably drop the environment. But, I would still...want to talk about, you know, magic and the universe. I'd just wanna do it from a... 給我故事, 給我光, 一點隱喻,一點神話, 不要告訴我答案, 我會拼命去尋找, 我... 我的心臟還會跳。