Beating and True

这首歌，写给三个对我很重要很重要的朋友。

最近我们的生活中发生了一些大事，我整拾自己的记忆，发现大学生活中所有美好的心情和事件，几乎都与她们有关。

纤尘栖弱草，最近愈加感到人的渺小，无论日子走向何方，我握着这些跳动着的记忆，总会感到安心。我希望我一直拥有这些跳动着的记忆，我希望她们一切安好。

Girls, I always dream of the days in the far north land.
The winter there was extremely cold but extremely warm.
We lay together and played the draw guess.
The heating dried our gloves and scarves .
We fell asleep under the stars and songs.

Girls, I’ve spent some difficult days.
But I could reach you so easily for a hug, or a while.
Maybe a bouquet, maybe an orange,
maybe some music, maybe a joke
You knocked my door and I felt silent and safe.

Girls, it seems like all my best memories were linked with you.
I watched back to find myself but I only saw you.
The internship, the graduation,
the new year, the holidays
You are my calendar keeping all my secret notes.

Girls, billions of things happen in my boring life.
I speak them all to you then they are not boring anymore.
What I like , what I hate,
a so-called event, a so-called trifle
People cannot live with an escape hatch.
You are my escape hatch.

I pack all these best memories up, they are all beating and true.
They evaporate into the air, to be my breathing home.
They are beating and true.(×n)

Twinkle twinkle littler star.
How I wonder what you are.