Wheat Fields -Taya CCK 1979

【生命】
1979 年，清泉崗 (CCK) 駐台美軍撤離，當地一些年輕的媽媽，處境變得非常困難。出生在大雅的小克非，在各個年級都有聯合國同學：有的是金髮碧眼的洋娃娃，有的是牙齒雪白的巧克力，都不會英語，會台語。同學們都沒看過他們的爸爸。

2026 年，老克非回到家鄉在麥田裡，想起報紙糊的風箏，想起那些同學，好像都不見了。發呆了很久。

【音樂】
拿 SUNO V6 Cover 我自己，幾乎要承認，這版的 AI 歌聲，不輸給真人我的真誠了。這版我不再另錄重混。直接拿 AI 生成版，只做了一些 remix / remaster。

我把土角厝麥田裡，放風箏的小非，的那個特殊的時空背景，重新做成管弦樂版本。背後的故事當然不只一個放風箏的小孩。

I was a child of wheat fields
where the river forgot its name.
Mud-brick walls held the afternoon,
and the wind kept calling me the same.

Cosmos flowers by the roadside,
pink against the dust and sun.
Xiaohei ran beside my bicycle
like he knew I would be gone.

Let the wheat bend over me,
let the sky fall slowly down.
I was only half a body
in a disappearing town.

Hold the kite string in my hand,
hold the river in my chest.
I was young enough to vanish
and call it rest.

The earth house cracked in summer,
but it never let us go.
Grandma said old walls remember
all the names we outgrow.

I didn’t know sorrow.
I didn’t know its name.
I only knew the wheat fields
when the wind came.

Now the city wakes without me,
coffee cold beside the bed.
But somewhere by that nameless water,
a child is still not dead.

No one caught me in the wheat.
No one called me from the edge.
The kite fell softly in the wheat,
and no one came for me.

Let the wheat bend over me,
let the years come crashing down.
I was born inside the feedback
of a disappearing town.

Hold the kite string in my hand,
hold the river in my chest.
I was young enough to vanish,
but not young enough to rest.

Xiaohei, don’t follow me.
Xiaohei, don’t follow me.

I’m only wind now
through the wheat.