旅行无意义

有一天下午去cartier总部面试，从concorde那站走出来， 站在马路上，看看对面的tuileries花园, 协和广场，rue de rivoli... 时间突然像定住了一样。 想想，生活中的一大半都在这里了，可自己是又只是一个过客。飘啊飘，曾经希望有个尽头，现在却不知道怎样停下来了。

昨天做晚班， opéra的地铁站里人也不多，我的脑子一下子就放空空。真好玩，一个一个的人，整天都忙忙碌碌，为的什么呀。每一个人对幸福的定义都不同罢了，差不多得了。扫大街也是一个很光荣的职业。 我现在就想好好睡一大觉，和好玩的人一起去唱卡拉ok，收拾收拾屋子。很想回去看看爸爸妈妈， 可是又怕争论，怕没完没了的吃饭，怕装，怕常熟炎热的天气。

五年前想的不是这样啊，看来生活真的是无法预计的。就让她带着你走吧。 

Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

I was five and you were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight

Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
I grew up, I called you mine
You would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play

Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
After echoes from a gun
We both vowed that we'd be one
Now you're gone I don't know why
Sometimes I cry
You didn't say goodbye
You didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

真想停下来休息一下。