开始着迷于这它。总认为曲子是歌曲的灵魂，主导一切情感，而词只是另一种升华的工具。听威士忌安魂曲，不得不屈服于我们的男女主人公。最喜欢的不是它的音乐是它的故事，这完全打破了我之前注重曲子的偏好。也或许是我们在一些心情上相仿吧。
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind 。Until the night ，he put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger。得到救赎，。觉得他很感性，但不伟大，因为他把痛苦留给了他深爱的人。即使那个女人拥有自己幸福的未来，当她知道这些也总该是心理的阴影。他撒手人寰，得到解脱，却不是潇洒的。挥一挥衣袖不带走一片云彩，那是因为留下了太多的包袱，笼罩了他周围的人吧。不过虽然如此还是很敬佩他的执念。人就该如此的感性。
记得当年张国荣走的时候，很多人伤痛不已，也有很多人嗤之以鼻，予以鄙视。不过那做法是勇敢吧。我们许多人也疲惫并喘息着，却谁也不舍或是不敢去走向无间。从霸王别姬开始认识他，逐渐关注他。就像他拍的很多电影，就如他的外表，坚强中总带着挥之不去的伤感，甚至于神经。这种气质有时候不止是散发，还有不加遮挡的展现，勇于把自己大白于世界。了解像金城武，许多人都拥有忧郁的眼神，可那些多半留于外表吧。当为了表现什莫而刻意表现什莫的时候，都不那末真切了，也不那末让我们倾心了。
情发于心，止乎理。这句话至少前半句是对的。我有些唯心，觉得它才是人的根本，无论现代科学如何教导我，无论事实如何让我看到事物的本质。止乎理，只是去追随大众的审美吧，可当大众审美疲劳之时你也就一无是处了。自我的才是永恒的。外物不停的翻滚，掀起波澜，却无法侵扰执著的心。
就像个曲中的主角，抛去对于他人的看法，他们俩人自由了。And finally drank away her memory 。Life is short but this time it was bigger ，than the strength he had to get up off his knees 。
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby。这首曲子一定是离歌。远离的不是世界，而是喧嚣。天使的祝福，让他们在那一刻都得到了净化。去我烦扰，得我真知。感主给我解脱，让我救赎。
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She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
