那個Sunday的morning

月前的一個星期天(Sunday)，罕有的组合，兩男兩女，家是女的，位處鬧市；從星期六晚上一直到清早，鬧市的星期日，天剛亮，異常寧靜。從窗口眺望檔口的頂部，看不見貓；只見初早的透明光缐下，貓的家是潔淨亮麗的。那天說過的話，似乎都不太重要了。醉了的人，醒了，繼續安靜地處理事情。稿未寫完的，也是要趕及寫。

每星期都有一天Sunday，每一次Sunday，都有屬於那個Sunday的morning；

謝謝家的主人在那天屋內思絮一團槽的情景下，在那個Sunday的morning，放了經典「蕉碟」裏的Sunday Morning，像清水一樣的歌，可洗滌過夜後我那個沒有冲洗的身體。

Sunday morning, praise the dawning
Its just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, sunday morning
Its just the wasted years so close behind

Watch out, the worlds behind you
Theres always someone around you who will call
Its nothing at all

Sunday morning and Im falling
Ive got a feeling I dont want to know
Early dawning, sunday morning
Its all the streets you crossed, not so long ago

Watch out, the worlds behind you
Theres always someone around you who will call
Its nothing at all

Watch out, the worlds behind you
Theres always someone around you who will call
Its nothing at all

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning


今天在新屋裏的Sunday Morning，獨自一人，也是拉起了沒有洗澡的身軀，播着這歌(自從那次後我回家找來這只放在抽屜裏很久很久的CD)；看著只喝了幾口的啤酒罐無聊的站在牀邊；傻呵呵的我想到昨日不愉快的，大抵還是一堆執著；無論如何，得在星期天清早清洗一下。其實，肚子打著鼓(昨天沒吃飯了)，還是洗個澡、出門吃吃飯，看看這個新地方，比較實際吧！