悠扬的节奏传来，迷幻又温馨，像诗人吟唱的温柔嗓音，唱得盛夏迷迷糊糊的就睡着了。

“flightless bird，arican outh

i was a quick wet boy

divg too deep for s

all of your street light eyes

wide on y pstic toys”

他做了个梦，梦醒之后惆怅了很久，有点分不清梦境和现实，抓着尤远喊了声“哥”就没后文了。

“then when the ps closed the fair

i cut y long baby hair

stole a dog-eared ap

and called for you everywhere

have i found you”