青春

在家放一首很老的歌。爸爸聽到說：哦，這首啊……還有一首叫《歷史的傷口》……

我說：是啊，關於這個的歌很多，不過我還是最喜歡這首……

有時很感慨，以前的年輕人，和現在的差別怎麼就那麼大呢？

如今許多人心裡都只有自己了，每日沉浸于一己得失的喜怒哀樂……到處都是迷惘、空虛而頹廢的心靈。可惜他們總不能明白，這卑瑣的自私正是人痛苦的根源。

眼下年輕人追逐的東西，彌漫著各種各樣的感覺，卻很少會真正令人感動。或許也是因為在二十年前，有一種屬於青春的，最純潔、最寶貴的東西，被摧毀了吧……

但我也常會想起一部曾帶給我勇氣與希望的書，其中有段話說道：

孩子，你在等什麽？
我在等我的復旦之日！

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——（法）羅曼·羅蘭《約翰·克利斯朵夫》

BLOOD IS ON THE SQUARE

words and music by Phillip Morgan

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A song was heard in China
in the city of Beijing.
In the spring of 1989
you could hear the people sing.
And it was the song of freedom
that was ringing in the square,
the world could feel the passion of
the people gathered there.
Oh children, blood is on the square.

For many nights and many days,
waiting in the square.
"To build a better nation"
was the song that echoed there.
"For we are China's children,
we love our native land,
for brotherhood and freedom
we are joining hand in hand."
Oh children, blood is on the square.

Then came the People's army
with trucks and tanks and guns.
The government was frightened
of their daughters and their sons.
But in the square was courage and
a vision true and fair,
the Army of the People would not harm
the young ones there.
Oh children, blood is on the square.

On June the 3rd in China,
in the spring of '89,
an order came from high above
and passed on down the line.
The soldiers opened fire,
young people bled and died,
the blood of thousands on the square
that lies can never hide.
Oh children, blood is on the square.

For four more days of fury
the people faced the guns.
How many thousands slaughtered
when their grisly work was done?
they quickly burned the bodies
to hide their coward's shame,
but blood is thick upon their hands and
darkness on their names.
Oh children, blood is on the square.

There are tears that flow in China
for her children that are gone.
There is fear and there is hiding,
for the killing still goes on.
And the iron hand of terror can
buy silence for today,
but the blood that lies upon the square
cannot be washed away.
Oh children, blood is on the square.

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