不是最佳,但依然很美。看完觉得特别轻,“尘埃”,二手烟一样飘着走进散场的雨里。更喜欢“过去”的部分,贪欢之后的流离分别,在站台上洒诗歌的女人,落满尘埃却完满无损的管风琴。唯一的乌托邦是天使的第三只翅膀。想到吸血鬼周末的歌,“I know I loved u then, I think I love u still, but this prophecy of ours has come back dressed to kill..O wicked world, just think what could have been” 只不过不再那么politicized