The Book 歌词

when i first opened the book and started reading it seemed peculiar to me the people were strangers and the language unfamiliar so i dipped in and out trying to force myself to concentrate fighting the lack of fascination and not spending much time in their company it seemed to me that i was missing something some foolish gap in my understanding events were being referred to and i didn't know the context but i went back to the book and slowly became more comfortable in these people's presence slowly became more confident that the truth was being revealed to me one layer at a time i gradually became more and more engaged and to my surprise i started to care for these people and their troubles i became used to the rhythm of the words which had seemed so foreign to begin with and found myself reading more often and in longer stretches now when not reading i sometimes caught myself thinking in the same way as the book was written the same rhythm of words the same repetition of phrases and suddenly i was in love it felt like this world was my special place felt like home when i came back to it coming to, i became aware i only had 80 pages left but still i hurtled on, devouring it as my lovers learned their lessons and met their truths and one by one all my questions were answered with only 30 pages left i slowed down and read the words aloud in my head imagining i was reading to friends i savoured every word trying to speak in their voices looking for meaning everywhere afraid to miss a single thing i read the last chapter so slowly that it hardly made sense desperate for the ending and yet unwilling for it to end and then it was over i closed the book and sighed i felt alone i felt abandoned my friends were gone but the rhythm of their words stayed with me