She wanted to separate
The wall was the drab old color
She wore shabby shoes, and always the same lipstick
She nagged every day, almost every day
He had been imprisoned with a life sentence
He could go anywhere he wanted
But, there was no freedom, and there was little sex
He masturbated every day, almost every day
She had a boring marriage
A few kids, a little bit money
She programmed everything
She slept every minute of those nights, with the same position every night
He wandered around all those years
looking for a lady, a lady in his memory
He once fell so deeply for her
Always remembered, is that sweet, sweet whisper
She got divorced one day
The wall was repainted with a different color
And, she bought new shoes, and changed new lipsticks
She is so pretty, really pretty
He was released from the prison
He could go anywhere he wants
And, there is much freedom, lots of sex
He can get laid every week, several times a week
She got divorced
He was released from the prison
When she left, she seemed hurt, and in pain and anger
When he was discharged, he also felt hurt; with torn pieces of memories stuffed in the letter
He has missed her since he stepped out of the prison door
Still felt, is the intimate touch with her soft voice and gentle fingers
She doesn’t want to be together
no, no, no more, mister
Palm prints everywhere in his prison cell were left by her
Next to those broken champagne glasses used to be roses never forever
She got divorced
He was released from the prison
She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, not any more
Still in his wallet though, is a well-kept, old, old picture作者: 冬雪儿 时间: 2010-6-5 20:47 “强烈抗议”山豆凡！
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