Speak softly love

    据说大卫雕像下，每年都有数不清的参观者直接晕厥。这种不能承受的美感能使灵魂战栗，越过心理边界，就成为可怖“斯丹达尔症候群”。
    美感确实能沟通灵肉，就像我每次听speak softly love都得手脚发凉。平安夜和入菁徒步三四公里去星海听圣诞音乐会，“聆听奥斯卡”。
    这一曲乍一奏起，触电似的，整个人瞬时瑟瑟皱缩成一团。什么叫魂儿飞上半天？那是真的意识不到自己的存在了，魂魄飘飘荡荡，恍惚成一袭薄纱巾，在光里，在声里，在无边无涯的时间河里载浮载沉。沉溺在乐音里，却像逸出了宇宙，在不知几百亿万光年外亘古的真空和寂静里，粉碎成细腻的尘埃。很久之后，渐回过神，才发现眼泪淌了一脸，并且止不住地继续流淌着，两眼滔滔汩汩的万斛泉水。难以言喻的悲喜交织刺骨地作痛。
Speak softly, love and hold me warm against your heart
I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start
We're in a world, our very own
Sharing a love that only few have ever known
Wine-colored days warmed by the sun
Deep velvet nights when we are one
Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky
The vows of love we make will live until we die
My life is yours and all becau-au-se
You came into my world with love so softly love
    他们是世间的幸运儿，而我毕竟也曾有此一瞬。