Artist：Tamas Wells
Song：Lichen and Bees
Lichen, the bees and a fortress of weeds in a small town venture
Only the stale and a quart of an ale and a cold intention
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wondered if he were to see
Liken the bees and the matters that please to a small back bencher
Caught with the maid with her hair in a braid not the one he mentioned
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wondered if he were to see
Lichen and bees in the walls and the fevers of small town ventures
Sparrows and freight at a quarter to eight and a man who mentioned
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wonder if he were to see
文：堇桉年
空气泯锐，阳光有着好看弧度的一天。
忽然迫不及待，想要行走。
毅然踏往乡间，追寻印证他口中所述的墨绿地衣，
群舞蜜蜂，以及某些在杂草堆里发霉的信念。
独自行走，只需一瓶陈旧淡净的啤酒和一个静谧的心态。
不期待，不奢望。
行走，本身已承载着某些寓意，
或是光华流转的旅途，或是穿越世俗的旅途，
又或是静默隐忍的精神寻求旅途。
乡间小道，白色栅栏，悠绿草坪，
只见邮差无心贪恋风景，女佣忙于修剪花朵。
地衣，蜜蜂交错附在陈墙上相互嬉戏，如此欢娱。
夕阳西下，麻雀吱喳，货车远远离去，拖着长而满载的影子。
夜末，没有寻到他口中的种种。
收拾心绪，嘴角上扬。
一次旅途，收获其他，
只是，他可知否？
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