norwegian wood

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed".
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.
"只有不完整的记忆和不完整的思念，才能装进一种称作小说的不完整容器里"
但当记忆和思念是完整的，那便不是故事，而是用生命去经历的真实的爱