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            I think I knew Vincent, he is finding something meant for him and very important to his life purpose.

            The love story of Vincent, which I knew, that I would remember the most from the sincere sharing, in a starry starry night. With gentle wind blowing, with the words from his deep heart, with his blue colored emotion, the calm Vincent is drinking hot coffee, told me the love story when he was young enough to be in the love drain.

            I feel his bleeding heart, the fragile heart of a man, but he hides it carefully. He might in a suffering and he is trying so hard to set himself free from all these struggles in the drain.

            If Vincent is a little girl, that would be easy for me. A bouquet of light pink roses and a starry starry night can cheer a girl up, but not for Vincent.

            “Vincent” dedicated to Vincent, with bunch of blessings and wishes for him, he will breathe the fresh air with comfort someday. In fact, Vincent should know, fresh air is only for happy mankind.

            Vincent tasted the beauty of happiness, and perhaps this is the important treasure that he has been chasing all the time. Happiness can be in many colors. He is holding the paint brush to color his own life.

            He did not paint everything to show me his color. I am able to complete the rest for him, because of my grey color when see him painting. Vincent may not know, grey color is empathy and understanding.

            I bet Vincent will meet more strangers and passengers pass through his life, and after the remarkable month of Julius Caesar, he would be able to paint with the happiest smiling ever.

            “Vincent” marks my own story, a very meaningful story that would bring me betterment in life. The longer journey I travel the better taste of happiness I can experience. I know this, and Vincent as well. It is always worth to waste some times to taste the happiness deeply.

            Believing in Vincent, he would be able to taste the beautifulness of life. We will meet again at a starry starry night and share the colors of our own life.

            Again, listening to “Vincent” at this starry starry night, and write this up with the inspiration.

            Thanks to “Vincent” and Vincent, for this nice inspiration ever.

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 ”Vincent”

By Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land,

Now I understand,
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free,
They would not listen,
They did not know how,
Perhaps they’ll listen now,

Starry, starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds and violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue,
colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand,

Now I understand,
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free ,
They would not listen,
They did not know how,
Perhaps they’ll listen now,

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true,
And when no hope was left inside,
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you,

Starry starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow,

Now I think I know,
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free,
They would not listen,
They’re not listening still,
Perhaps they never will…

转身

“还来得及的。”她努力的说服自己“如果改变现在的步伐，。转身离开这里，一切应该还来得及。”
然而，她手上还是握着boarding pass，大腿上搁着电脑，耳朵塞着音乐，旋律也偶尔与机场的报告叠在一起。但，任何经过的人，因为她的这份悠闲毫不对她留意。这份悠闲，表面的。
但她没有想要转身离开的意思。

然后，他们在网上发现对方。
“我在候机室。”她停顿了半秒“我决定飞了。”
“再见。”
半秒过后，他开始打字了。
“假如我们是朋友，我会在这个时候说：好好照顾自己，那儿冬天，要加衣。”
“是的，假如我们是朋友，我也不需要在抵步后忙着报平安。然后在想，你也许正在开会，我还是留短讯好了。然后等着你回讯。”
“是的，如果只是朋友。离开前的叮咛就足够了，我们不需要那么的迫切追踪。”
“虽然我们知道，对方过得很好。”
“没有对方，我们也可以过得很好。”

她想起，曾经，他们拉着只属于对方频率的天线，用尽办法来接收对方的讯息。那时候，他们还分开在不同的地方念书，中间相隔的距离也能让他们的讯息直线飞行，比信鸽还诚恳，比电邮还迅速。一切，比热衷还热衷。
那个时候，当他们不是朋友的时候。

“呵呵，我们好像已经说了很多句：如果只是朋友了。”
“呵呵。原来说出来，非常流畅，心里还挺舒服的”
“我一直在想，你需要一个更适合你的妻，照顾你。”
“而你也需要有人成就你。”

啊，他们还是和以前一样，才说第一句，对方已经听懂了第二句，还有心里的那一句。那么了解自己的人，讽刺的是，如此了解自己的人竟然无法和对方走在一起。因为彼此都不愿意对方为自己放弃理想，也因为彼此很清楚自己没有力量为对方作出改变。

“我们都是自私的。”他们竟然同时打出同样的一句话。

她眼睛热了。
还好，他没有看见。可是如果他看见了她的眼泪，他们还会改变结局，重新在一起吗？
他们了解对方，如同了解另一个自己。然而，靠近得忽略了那些一个手可以握着另一个手的距离。如此的抱着另一个自己，在这样下去，只会勒毙。她都懂得，就像那天，她懂他眼里的哀怨，其实是提出分手的前兆。但，他无法说出一句分手，她也无法说，一样。
他们，终于分手了。不过，没有说出口的一句分手。

“是我不懂得珍惜优秀的你。”
“不，是我不肯放下自己。”
“祝你，重获单身愉快。”
“我也祝福你。最真的，祝你愉快。”

飞机已经抵达，她应该准备入闸，她收拾好，挽着外套，站起来，转身。就在这个转身的时候，她看见他，在电视荧幕。他正在为一群社会里被欺压的人捍卫。一个她曾经深爱，刚刚和他真实和她聊天的人，如今这样的出现在她眼前，仿如初识，那般的如梦如幻。

镜头里的他，仿佛吸引着全世界的镁光灯，侃侃而谈，那么的理直气壮，那么的意气风发，那么的俊美优秀。
那是另一个角度。她转了身，发现了这个角度来认识这个男子。她仰望荧幕里的他，任所有的感觉，钦佩，仰慕，尊重，祝福，欣赏…….所有所有正面的感觉，可以用完所有的美丽的形容词，但已经不能说是爱了。

她还是离开了。

登上飞机后，她就是无国界医生。她很早就已经确定的理想。她必须一个人去走出来的理想。
在人生，他们向前迈了好大的一步，但在感情，他们转了身。

转身，也许就是为了再看见对方。

慢慢的，这一面镜子，经过了时间的磨练，还有许多深刻的经历，它变成了一面非常剔透的玻璃片。

好久没那么自在了，这是一个很难能可贵的成长经验。尽管我还会痛哭，内心还在隐隐作痛，但是我知道，这一切都会过去。

我们坦然地放下了这一面镜子，接受了大家在无常法则下的变化，我们变成了玻璃片。

我们之间隔着玻璃片，互相对望着，心里满怀深深的祝福。因为大家有所不同了，而这些不同，都在隔着玻璃片之下，看个清清楚楚。

我终于没有谴责、没有埋怨、没有遗憾，只因为我们选择了爱自己，去爱更多人，但并没有否定给彼此的爱。还真的是第一次，如此豁达，如此在痛苦挣扎后，品尝解脱的滋味。

丢了镜子，也许是我们日后会忆念的，但难得，我们现在都是彼此的玻璃片，相知相惜，互相鼓励。换了身份，这不是印证了，无常的法则吗？它原来是如此的美妙。

千万不要认为浪费了我的时间，因为我们总需要花很多时间，去体验一切的学习，我根本不介意，花很多时间去体验，去学习。

还真的突然大哭了一阵子，没关系的，我们没有必要无时无刻成为强者。紧记这，我的玻璃片。

以后，我还会到运动草场，静静坐着，让清风亲吻我的脸颊，让我感受过去珍贵的历史。

虽然我们不需要任何承诺，但仍然希望，玻璃片还可以好好的。也许有一天，它还会有变化的，就让我们真诚地，体验一切的变化，或者一切的升华。

内心是满满的，满满的祝福，满满的珍惜。

祝福你，我的玻璃片。