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那首《Right Here Waiting》再一次在耳边响起。无事闲坐时总喜欢就这样一个人想,有时放着音乐有时不放。 脑海中一遍遍重演着曾经的回肠荡气,一遍比一遍清晰。而眼前却模糊了…… 当一个时代结束,当一份心情沉沦,曾经的传奇已变为今日心头吹不散的痛…… 一年了,整整一个赛季,就像一个无比恶毒的符咒,一个令人心悸的噩梦,从离开巴塞罗那的那天起就无法摆脱。 我看到你曾经骁勇的身影变得有些落寞,我看到你曾经坚定的眼中掠过一丝惘然。你身着红黑球衣同米兰球员一起走向赛场时猛然回了一下头,就在那个瞬间不知为何我从你脸上读到两个字:孤独。或许你真的不属于那里。 总觉得这像命运开了一个无情的玩笑。在巴塞罗那战绩辉煌的五年,多少次拼搏奋斗你却最终与之擦肩而过的那座欧洲冠军杯,在来到米兰后的第一个赛季,就这样得到了,在老特拉福德,甚至根本不需要踏上草皮——这绝对不是你想要的方式。 去年夏天与朋友聊天时我曾说,如果有一天看不到你庆祝进球时挥舞着球衣狂奔,取而代之的是
The “Right Here Waiting” sounded again in my ear. When I sit quietly, I always like to think about it, sometimes playing the music sometimes. Repetition of my mind over and over once the ileoceses, again and again more clearly. But the front is blurred ... When an era is over, when a mood sink, the legend has become the pain of today’s heart blowing ... ... a year, an entire season, like a very vicious spell, a The nightmare of palpitation can not escape from the day it left Barcelona. I saw you have a brave figure became a bit lonely, I saw you have a firm pass in the eyes of a trace. You dressed in red and black jersey together with the Milan players toward the track suddenly back to the moment, at that moment I do not know why I read from your face two words: loneliness. Maybe you really do not belong there. Always feel like a fate to open a ruthless joke. In the splendid five years in Barcelona, how many times to fight but you eventually pass the European Champions Cup, came to Milan in the first season, it got, at Old Trafford , Or even do not need to step on the turf - this is definitely not the way you want. When I was chatting with my friends last summer, I said that if one day I can not see you waving your jersey while celebrating your goal,