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* something changed

>>>Tuesday, February 05, 2008

年廿九，坐在影音房獨自吃燒味米粉，看著身外物有所眷念。聽著 Pulp 甜到死的 "Something Changed", 裝作不為風景分心，終於順利完成稿件。當我跌坐在巴士上，妳便笑了出來。那時候，我就覺得，如果我的存在，曾經令一些人快樂，總是值得驕傲的。但願不久後，我們一起去大澳。妳說過的，我都記得。
I wrote this song two hours before we met
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed
I could have gone to see a film instead
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different but then
Something changed

Do you believe that there's someone up above
And does he have a timetable directing acts of love
Why did I write this song on that one day
Why did you touch my hand and softly say
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today
Something changed

When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going
Where would I be now
Where would I be now if we'd never met
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead
I don't know but like you just said
Something changed

Something Changed／PULP

:: posted by my lock, 12:34 AM