場外 │ TAG 高德烈夫
葛萊蔻嗅著了氣味,陌生可又自童稚回憶底被輕輕挑掀而起,她勉力捕捉一閃即逝的光景與笑語,卻僅記挾帶厚度的風繞撫頰畔、鑽入髮絲縫隙便在其上結作肉眼不可見的晶。那風混有鹹味,些許液面下三千呎的涼冷,泡沫裂動之微響擾動知覺、刺激著促使人清醒,她渾沌未明地睜了眼,幾縷髮滑過眼瞼慢速成像為一道胡桃色弧線,隨色彩進駐,空間感回歸,她發覺自身正在朝前、一個並非尋常視野的高度,而視野盡頭是暗灰沙泥,有足踏地、那方便陷落一塊凹處,舉踏之間偶時攜起一足背的沉砂,偶時浪潮拍打濕淋一雙飽含力度的足履,而她仍舊平穩地向前走著--而他們仍舊平穩地向前走。
Carrying you, walking on the island wearing a morning glory
Carrying you, staring at the kudzu vines cascading from the eaves
And poking through a bamboo fence
And comb coconut oil into your freshly washed hair
Carrying you, walking on the island wearing a morning glory
Carrying you, staring at the kudzu vines cascading from the eaves
And poking through a bamboo fence
And comb coconut oil into your freshly washed hair