张镐哲 英文歌

本文格式为Word版，下载可任意编辑——张镐哲英文歌“Thisisastoryofafreecity,anunforgettableloveandamanwhoislryingtoescapefiomhimself……”

Withtheclackoftheold-fashionedtypewriter,asheetofwhitepaperpeppedoutwiththeblacksentence.

ThomaspausedandfishedforhiscigarettesburiedsomewhereonthemessofhisdeskHefoundhispacketundernealhapileofdraftsscatteredbetweenaburningpatchoulijoystickandthelatestProcalHarumLP.Heopenedthepacket;caughttheonlycigaretteleftandlitilup.Thewreathofsmokewaslikehugeandfiexiblearms,embracinghimfirmly.Hestoodupandturnedontheradio.ThelatesthitofJeffersonAirplanecouldbeheard,GraceSlickwassingingpassionately.Itwasashinyafternoon,hefeltsleepybutrelaxed.

Thomashasawonderfulsurname,Goodman.Hewasawriteranddefinitelyagoodmanaswell.Twoyearsago,ThomaslefthissmallvillageofOxwichforLondon,afreecityfulloftemptations.

Hewasusuallyquietandsensitive,maybebecauseofhisunhappychildhood.In1953,hisfatherdiedofanunexpectedillness;Thomaswasonlytwelveyearnoldthen.Lateron,arichsquireremarriedhismother.Sadly,astimewentby,hismotherwasgettingoldandherbeautywastakenaway.Quickly,hisstepfatherbecameberedwiththem.Eventoday,hecouldstillpicturehowbadlyheusedtohealhimandhowdistressedhismother"sfacialexpressionwas.

Fortunalely,hehadinheritedhismother"sbeauties,especiallyherdeepeyes.TheywereasblueastheseaofOxwich.Similarlytothesunshinereflectingonthesea,itseyeswouldshinenicely.Butmostofthetime,hiseyescontainedrebollionandgloom,whichshouldnotbelongtoa26yearsoldmanlikehim.Hewastall,whiteandthinwithshortandneathair.

“Thomas.Thomas!Hey,mate,areyoustillalive?”

Withoutdoubt,itwasJoshua,hisspecialfriendinLondon.Differentfromhim,Joshwasverytalkative.EveryTuesday,hecametovisitThomas,andhisvoicewouldgothroughallthewalls.Asitwastooloud,itcouldneverbeenstoppedbytheoldshakyVictorianwalls.

“Thomas,Igotsomethinginterestingforyou.”Joshopenedthedr,orandrushedtohim,fullofmystery.

“Gosh,Ialreadyhadthemostinterestingthingintheworld,you!”

“StopcallingmeC,~sh!IamJoshua.Joshua,doyouunderstand?Iamthemosthandsome,attractive,warm-heartedmaninthisworld.”Joshuawashandsomeandhewaswellawareofit.

-“Lookalthis,Thomas.Guesswhatitis?”

Joshuawasworkingasawaiterinastudentpub.Hehadsuchasexybody,whichwoulddrivebothbadgirlsandladiescrazy.Hehadbhteeyes,hook-likedeyebrowsandthickeyelashes.Hisdarkcurlyandlustroushairwasshoulderlength,assuchfashionwasamongstHippiesinthesetimes.

Thomascaredalotforthisguy,fromthefirsttimehesawhiminthepub.Itwasthenarainyday;Thomaswenttothepub,searchinginspirationforastory.WhenhesawJoshuastandingbehindthecounter,shakingcocktailsskilfully,hefeltamagicpowergoingthroughhisbody.Joshuawasacharmingman,whnwasdreamingofandfightingforfreedom.HewasthemanthatThomaswouldliketobe.

-“Sowhatisthis?"

Thomatookoverthebox,“Itisapacketofcigarette,nothing"special.”

HeglancedatJoshandfoundhewasblinkingeyesnaughtily.

-“Oh,isit…isit…?”

-“Justtryit.Youwillforgetallthepainandsadness,believeme.”

Thomascarefullyputthecigaretteintohismouth.Joshlitupthecigarettesforbothofthem.Thomassippedamouthful.Atthismoment,hefeltnervous,excited,andfinallycompletelyfree.LookingintoJosh"seyes,itwassoclearandblue,whichreminded"himoftheseainOxwichbayagain.HesawloveandpeaceinJosh"seyes.Hisbedyandsoulmeltandflewintothetremendoussea.

Theylieddownonthefioor,lookingthroughthewindow.Outside,everythingwasextremelybeautiful.

-"Howdoyoufeel?"Joshaskedsoflly,whilebreathingoulacircleofsmoke.

-“Ifeellikebeinginameadow,lyingdownonthegrass,surroundedbyredwildflowers,theendsofthemeadowstretchingtoinfiniTy.Oh.lookattheclouds!TheyaresoHeautiful.Whatcanyouseeintheefuuds?”

-“Horse,palace,oh,itchanges,Iseeafairy.”

-“Oh,1sawhertoo,sheissmiling.”

-“Whatelse?”

-“Andyou.”ThomasturnedhisfacetoJosh,“Youarespecial.”

Aftertheywokeup,JoshwenttoworkatthepubandThomaswentonwithhiswriting.Everythingreturnedtoreality.

ItwasobviouslynotjustacigaretteasJoshhadtoldThomas.SomeonehadintroducedJoshtoanewkindofpsychotropieeigarette,madeofhybridpoppyblendedwithmarijuana.HewantedtosharehisnewpowerfuldiscoverywithThomas.MaryPoppyhenicknamedit.

MaryPoppyallowedThomasescapingfromtherealworldtoaperfectparadise.HewasfullofappreciationofitandJoshaswell.However,hebecameweakerandpoorerbecauseofhisaddictiontoMaryPoppy.Withoutit,hewaslikearestlesschildandallthesadeventswerespringingoutofhismind.HeneededMaryPoppy.EverytimehewassmokingMaryPoppy,hesawdifferentpeopleandscenes,allofwhichwereamazing.Hewishedthathecouldneverwakeup.

Sundaynight,ThomaswenttoJosh"spubasusual.Fortwoweeks,hehaddonenothingabouthisstory.Hisbrainseemedrusted.Hethoughtthatatthismoment,abottleofwinewouldhelptorelea.sehiscreativity.AndhewasalsolookingforwardinmeetingJosh.Howwashedoingtonight?WhenhethoughtafJosh,hisheartwaswarm.Forhim,"friendship"fromJoshwasthemostvaluablethinginthiscoldcity.

Suddenly,afamiliarviewofsomeone"sbackattractedhisattention.ItwasJosh.Hewasholdingayounggirl.Shewasnotbeautifulatall,plumpbody,longmessyhair.Shewaswearingaloseflowerpatternblouseoveraminiskirt,whichwasnothidinganyofherfat.

Thomasfollowedthemsecretlyastheyexitedthepremisesintoanarrowbackstreet.Itwassurprisinglyveryquiet.Underthedimstreetlamp,hesawJoshandthegirlhuggingandkissingcrazily.Tbelampprojectedtheirdistortedshadows.Thomaswasheart-hroken.

Monday,hereceivedacallfromJosh.

-"Hi,Howareyou,myfriend?Itisreallyaniceday,isit?Whatisyourplanforteday?"

-"1sawyouwithagirllastnight."Thomas"voicewasdeepandrough.

-“Oh..oh..oh,sheismynewgirlfriend.”

-“Younevertoldmeabouther!”

-“lwasthinkingoftellingyou,Thomas.”

-“Younevercareformyfeeling!”

-“Comeon,Thomas,IgoforherbecauseIamfondofher.1amafreespirit,youknowthat.”

Thomashungupthetelephone.

Tuesday,Joshdidnotshowup.Thomasthoughtheknewthereason.Herealisedthathehadlosthisspecialfriend.Hefeltthesameemptinessthatheonlyfeltonce,whenIrisfatherdied.

Wednesdaymorning.Itwasashinnydayagain.Birdswere.singingmerrilyoutside.Fake!Everythingwasfake!Thomaslefthistypewriterandturnedhisradioon.GraceSlick"spowerfulandpassionatevoicetouchedhisheart..HegatheredalltheMaryPoppieshehadonhisdesk,andsmokedthemoneaftertheotherone.Thesunshinewhiskedhisfaceandhesawendlesswildflowers.Theywereasredasblood.Helaiddownonthemeadowwithhisfatherandhismother.Joshwassittingbesidehim.Itwasbeautifulandpeaceful.Thomaswishedhecouldneverwakeup.Thistime,hiswishbecametrue.

Fiveminuteslater,JoshcameintoThomas"tinyflat.

-“Thomas,Thomas,oh,mate,areyoustillalive?Areyoustillangrywithme?1dumpedthatstupidgirl.IdidnotcomeyesterdaybecauseIfoundasecret.Shewassuchab