We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers
Wishing our families well
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing
But not for the missing

So this one's for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home

When you sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When you lay me down sleeping and my heart is weeping
Because I'm keeping a place

For all the lost children
This is for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home
Home with their fathers,
Snug close and warm, loving their mothers
I see the door simply wide open
But no one can find thee

 

  我只记得这动人的歌声 曾在我十二三岁的多少个时刻深深地将我打动 现在也是

  举世同哀 怀缅the lost children

   我像一个高速平缝机一样运转着。。渐渐失去了自我感受，粗鲁的对待别人和自己的感受，那样粗鲁。

   想起12岁时在姥姥家门口抱着猫，与某人骑车到远处，空荡无人的公路。而现在一切却措手不及的对待，我本是简单的。

   能量渐渐要被耗尽了吗难道。

   远山和清泉离开了我吗，抑或是我离开了它们，闭上眼是什么？梦境能更好的反映现实吗？

   嘹亮的歌声远了，但绿色却是无处不在的，手镯或者大树，天空或广告牌，我是绿色的没有变过，也不会变。

   我怀疑我开始就来到一个错的地方，在错的气场中运行着自己，导致自己机器故障，但我是绿色的没有改变。

   你看那山色湖光，你再看蓝天白杨，找不到一丝渺茫。夏日树荫下的斑点，不是颗颗都是太阳的象？