Strange。

People are strange, when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly, when you’re alone
Women seem wicked, when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven, you know, when you’re down

When you’re strange, faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange, no one remembers your name
When you’re strange, when you’re strange
When you’re, strange

不知道這麼充實而又有價值的生活我可以過多久；有時候我覺得我被一陣往上疾颳的信風帶著飛行，也許我真能這樣一日千里也不一定。

忽然想到這首歌，然後有一點點的憂鬱。境由心生阿，喵。