忽然莫名的想哭，半夜两点飞奔在北京畅通无阻的三环上，

两旁的路灯因为深夜的雾水变得有些昏暗。

 

找不出想哭的理由，是酒精的刺激还是因为深夜的北京触动了我内心最脆弱的灵魂？

从没觉得北京是可爱的，除了此时的北京和晨光微露的北京，

 

一个似深沉稳重的绅士，在他宽广的胸怀里可以尽情飞舞嬉戏，

一个似施了淡妆即将出门的少女，犹如晨露中淡淡盛开的百合。

 

 深吸一口气，小区里的松柏散发出清新的味道，

已是深夜，仍无睡意，今晚我与北京亲密接触了。

 

I believe I can fly

 

 

I used to think that I could not go on
and life was nothing but an awful song
but now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
if i can see it, then I can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it 
I believe I can fly 
I believe I can touch the sky 
I think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away 
I believe I can soar 
I see me running through that open door 
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly 
I believe I can fly
see I was on the verge of breaking down
sometimes silence, it can seem so loud
there are miracles in life I must achieve
but first I know it starts inside of me