回去的路上。我坐在副驾驶座上翻看着手中的CD盒。挑了半天,选了一张英文歌精选唱片塞进CD机里。 峥然的吉它旋律铺垫出细致的空间、温厚的唱音叠加着丰富和声,层层叠叠地将我包围。我用手指扣着唱片盒,和着Eagles那平淡从容却又饱含热情的嗓音低低地哼着: “Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice.And she said :"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device".And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast .They stab it with their steely knives,But they just can't kill the beast…… 『天花板上镶嵌着的镜子,粉红色的香槟浸着冰块。这时她说,“我们其实不过是这里的囚徒,甘心被自己所驱使”。在主人房间里,他们为欲望的盛宴而聚在一起,彼此用钢刀相互挥刺,但却杀不死心中的恶魔……』