也许故事本来是这样的…
一个笼子里装了一个孩子，笼子上都是抽屉。
抽屉里装了什么？
也许不是mom's dream，pop's wine。另外的词，记在哪我给忘了。

然后我看见了一幅画，画里是这个笼子。
也许这幅画是在妈妈打扫的客厅或者豪华游轮的船舱
我没想好。好像不该是在某一本书的某一页上。

至少我爱上了最后一个故事。
住在山里的渔夫，点上根雪茄与他的吉他下国际象棋
哈哈好吧。这个就是queen's trick，king's joke。

因为本来就是，语法错误和叙述不清的故事啊。


I see a baby in the cage
many packs there are
he's founded on a cobbled street of the village
looking for his toy car
"What's in the pack?"I ask
"mom's dream
pop's wine
for you there is a falling star"

It's the light of the tower
I'm the nail of the finger
not bigger than a sugar
sugar in the water


I see the cage in one page
wound marks every where
it's left in a white cottage near the bridge
minding baby for one whole year
"What's in the mark?"I ask
"girl's hair
boy's swear
only the soul mistakes my dear"

It's the lover of the anger
I'm the nail of the finger
not bigger than a sugar
sugar in the water


now a fisher holds the page
and he lights up a cigar
he lives in the mountain with his boat named Madge
playing chess with an old guitar
"What's in the story?"I ask
"queen's trick
king's joke
the way to sea is never far"

It's the singing of the choir
I'm the nail of the finger
not bigger than a sugar
sugar in the water


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唔。悲伤的故事。总是。不好的丫。