WOOHOO!!! gia!

Listen. There are moments when life calls out for a change.
A change.It is just like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful.
But the summer is over. For a long time. And we missed the autumn.
Now suddenly, it is cold, so cold that everything freezes.
My heart stopped. Our love fell asleep, it was surprised by the snow.
But those who are sleeping in the snow, do not notice death.


~ Paris, je t'aime~

上面風大，寧不成攀附破葉的蕨，就是朵壁邊小野薑花兒，也香。

回憶中最刺痛人的，往往不是失去，而是該珍惜的，恍然時已來不及...
遺憾總出現在你自認理所當然的轉眼瞬間。

牽動著的，就像是陣風吹落一樹的葉，你們總會伸手在空中輕撫過同一片。

像是回到小時家開的書店，年一過，爹娘撤下賀年卡陳列桌，店中央的空礦像調皮精靈扯住我，拉開雙手轉圈圈，一圈一圈又一圈，「好暈。」精靈拉緊手，「別停不要怕我不會讓妳吐。」一圈一圈又一圈，精靈拍拍手：「好棒喔，妳會自己轉圈圈。」轉身飛走。

下一刻突然開啟那只盒，打燈探索，發現scarlett跳出來，又找到vermeer，還有master那些煙花般故事填滿眼眶，最後的一口bordeaux+72%GODIVA，驚見盒外的雕花與青銅......。回到棉白大床沉沒，抱盒子入夢。

封面上男女沉靜在昏黃燈下對飲，凝望眼光沉厚過杯裡的波爾多，背面文案寫出這片空白等你填滿，袋回放映前一刻閉眼，顫顫思忖，若又如上部上上部，還否能夠消受那些奢侈的深深刻刻。