文章这种不完整的容器所能容纳的，只能是不完整的记忆和不完整的意念。就像我写完关于你的文章，还有太多画面浮上心头，我无法每次都把日志修改。我也不敢再那里面提起，我曾经那么喜欢你！因为我知道谁会看，谁会读，谁会伤心难过

串组了，我后面是空的，上次你坐这的时候，用面巾纸连起来给我叠了一圈花，我把它粘在墙上，他们说像灵堂，原来中间那个用桔子皮做的小熊是你啊，大师兄

他们说让我往后仰，没事，你会接着我，是假的吧！你从来都只会把我弄卡

好像批导学案啊…

我多想再见你哪怕一面

死并非生的对立面，而作为生的一部分永存。你死了，我将永远带着回忆走下去，你真的会永存，在我这里

直子，绿子，玲子

为什么手的中指比食指长，而脚趾则相反

记忆的残片吗？

你现在在哪里？你们在一起了吗？



I once had a girl
Or should I say she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug biding my time
drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said
"it's time for bed"
She told me she worked
in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't
and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?