Some memories are like a watermark
that's never there but never really gone.
These memories are usually
buried deep in your heart.
They only surface
in the mind without warning,
and are never easily recalled
for no reason.
有些記憶如同水印,
它若有若無，
卻從未真正消逝。
這些記憶通常深埋心底。
它們只會無端浮現腦海，
總不會輕易讓你記起。
Art Garfunkel - Watermark
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when
you cannot read the writing anymore
How innocent her visage as
my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows
of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
How secretly and silently
my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or
hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's
never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
