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如果没有你，我不会踏上Skye岛，就不会感受到苏格兰的美丽。

如果没有你，我不会在巴黎住一周，也不会在西班牙跨年。

如果没有你......

我不会有这样的经历。

真的，很谢谢你。

 2009.12.21 巴黎地铁周票

   "Another winter day has come and gone away.
   In either Paris or Rome, and I wanna go home.
   Let me go home.

   And I’m surrounded by a million people.
   I still feel alone.
   Let me go home.

   .......

   It'll all be alright, I’ll be home tonight. 

   I’m coming back home."

                                        -<Home> Michael Buble

  最近，发生了不少麻烦事，甚至搞得自己受了伤。

  在异地受伤，只有自己知道会有多痛。

  对着电话，连话都说不出来。

  然而，对方的反应有的是冷漠，有的是永远无人接听，只有家人才会真正的关心。

  此时，我很想家。

  连着第四天，只能喝粥，天天自己煮，再慢慢喝掉一碗又一碗。

  重复着。

  还有，已经吃空了的一板头孢。

  其实吃了多少亏都不要紧，都不要紧，又有什么大不了的呢。

  我都习惯很倒霉的生活。

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经过SKYE BRIDGE的时候，车上正放着Skye boat song。

看着桥的那一头，就是SKYE岛。

Over the sea to Skye...

终于，即将踏上这座梦境似的岛屿。

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Skye Boat Song

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.

Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the Claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead in Culloden's field.

Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.

抵达SKYE岛的那一刻，一切都好像很不可思议。

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