close your eyes and roll a dice
在暴雨的六月，我听到这首轻柔的 the end of may. 吉它的过门中的两个断点，或者说留白，瞬间的嘎然而止带来安静和等待，于是便迎来了漫不经心的歌声：Close your eyes and roll a dice .....
随意的扔个骰子，什么也不要说 ，黎明破晓 ，五月的尽头风吹起白色的沙子。 闭上眼，甩个骰子 ，也许便是一条通往天堂的路。
非常喜欢那种淡淡的随意的味道，日子来来去去，尘封，如风中吹起的细碎白沙，若有若无。不用抓，也抓不住，不用说，说了也无用，通往美丽的路也许只是那么随意一下子。
搜了一下才知道演唱者是Keren Ann ，法国女歌手，被称作几个拨玄便能包裹住世界的人。这张专辑的主打歌是not going anywhere ，还是更喜欢这首the end of may.其它得还没听，正在下载。
打算放进mp3,旅途中听，漫不经心的用清凉走过炎热......
Close your eyes and roll a dice
Under the board there's a compromise
If after all we only live twice
Which life is the runroad to paradise
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
Close your eyes and make a bet
Faced to the glare of the sunset
This is about as far as we get
You haven't seen me disguised yet
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
Close your eyes and make a wish
Under the stone there's a stone-fish
Hold your breath, then roll the dice
It might be the runroad to paradise
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
随意的扔个骰子，什么也不要说 ，黎明破晓 ，五月的尽头风吹起白色的沙子。 闭上眼，甩个骰子 ，也许便是一条通往天堂的路。
非常喜欢那种淡淡的随意的味道，日子来来去去，尘封，如风中吹起的细碎白沙，若有若无。不用抓，也抓不住，不用说，说了也无用，通往美丽的路也许只是那么随意一下子。
搜了一下才知道演唱者是Keren Ann ，法国女歌手，被称作几个拨玄便能包裹住世界的人。这张专辑的主打歌是not going anywhere ，还是更喜欢这首the end of may.其它得还没听，正在下载。
打算放进mp3,旅途中听，漫不经心的用清凉走过炎热......
Close your eyes and roll a dice
Under the board there's a compromise
If after all we only live twice
Which life is the runroad to paradise
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
Close your eyes and make a bet
Faced to the glare of the sunset
This is about as far as we get
You haven't seen me disguised yet
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
Close your eyes and make a wish
Under the stone there's a stone-fish
Hold your breath, then roll the dice
It might be the runroad to paradise
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
