六月, 在人的印象中是个充满生机的季节. 也许临近毕业的人才会想到, 这是一段离别的. Right here, right now, we put yesterday in a frame and keep it for tomorrow. That’s when I start to remember the song, Wish you were here, from Pink Floyd.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.