White Mustang

[00:00.00] Lana Del Rey/Rick Nowell
[00:09.34]Packing all my things for the summer
[00:13.53]Lying on my bed, it's a bummer
[00:16.20]'Cause I didn't call when I got your number
[00:20.69]But I liked you a lot
[00:26.07]Slippin' on my dress in soft filters
[00:30.20]Everybody said you're a killer
[00:33.09]But I couldn't stop the way I was feeling
[00:36.98]The day your record dropped
[00:40.72]The day I saw your white mustang
[00:45.25]Your white mustang
[00:49.04]The day I saw your white mustang
[00:53.94]Your white mustang
[00:59.28]Caught up in my dreams and forgetting
[01:03.42]I've been acting like armageddon
[01:06.26]'Cause you held me in your arms just a little too tight
[01:11.50]That's what I thought
[01:15.88]Summer's meant for loving and leaving
[01:20.06]I was such a fool for believing that you
[01:24.10]Could change all the ways you've been living
[01:26.79]But you just couldn't stop
[01:30.53]The day I saw your white mustang
[01:35.42]Your white mustang
[01:39.00]The day I saw your white mustang
[01:43.64]Your white mustang
[01:47.12]You're revving and revving and revving it up
[01:52.42]And the sound, it was frightening
[01:56.71]And you were getting a part of that
[02:00.45]You're gonna hit me like lightning
[02:05.23]White mustang
[02:09.31]Your white mustang
[02:12.35]The day I saw your white mustang
[02:16.99]Said you're a wild mustang
[02:25.58]You're gonna hit me like lightning
[02:33.60]You're gonna hit me like lightning

——

那块脏绿的破布在老旧惨淡的筒子楼间显得过分突兀。

它一动不动地躺在一片油漆斑驳的墙角下，任霉斑描绘着黑色的伤口，就像横死街头的豆蔻少女。

于是她放慢脚步，走近，轻轻地将米白色深口皮鞋的鞋尖踢向它。末了，她退后站定，抬头看了眼天空。七月的太阳烫人心肺，光裹着渐沸的蝉鸣如水汽般粘腻地贴在她的脸颊上，熟悉的夏日温度勾着颤抖的心升温，使她回想起与他度过的那些本会燥热不安的夏夜。她不禁带上了笑。

回头，她又重新转向那块死寂的破布，小心翼翼地用鞋将它从阴湿的墙角，一点一点扒拉到热切盛大的阳光底下。

——

她是来找他的。

顺着楼梯上了楼，她没急着去目的地，只是停在被阳光晒到滚烫的走廊里朝下望去。楼前不大的空地横七竖八地停满了车，她那不输任何一道阳光的灼热视线，此刻只落在他的车上，他的白色野马。

今日的阳光倒烫得正好，也一如那日白色野马的光芒刺眼。

只是，它不应挤在落满灰尘数尺的旧车间，它要停在金黄色的沙滩边，在夏季午后的骄阳下冷着眼，一如杀手般睥睨众生。而脸颊被阳光晒得通红的她，就像今天这样穿着大红的纱裙，踮着脚，独自在沙滩上起舞。这时，有人打开了车门，车窗反射的光像一道闪电般射中了她，一个叼着雪茄的男人从车里出来，慢慢地走向她。

夏日湿热恼人，皮肤相触着渗出薄汗，但她总是希望，他能把她搂住，搂的再紧一点，再久一点。

她遥遥地对楼下的白色野马抛去一个飞吻，回身去往他们曾经秘密约会的地点。她和他并未约好，只是她午后小憩时涌上了令人不安的烦闷，熟悉的号码拨出又挂断，从镂空窗帘上散落的光烙下点点夏日的痕迹，像他的吻一般落满全身。她一袭红衣盛装，只漫步而行，未曾想到能与他的白色野马邂逅。

她开了门， 室内一片昏黑。地上散落着衣物，从玄关一直延伸到里屋，她不由后退了一步。大门转轴发出绵长的摩擦声，又被那从卧室传出的调笑声掩埋，她又退后了一步，关上了门。

在一片混乱的蝉声中，她格外安静。

她又回到了她片刻前驻足的地方。从上望去，白色野马冷酷如同杀手，一如他骨节分明的手摘下黑色墨镜，投射来野兽般危险的目光。

她曾和那目光长久的相视。他冷漠的眸子像投入夏季燥热空气的冰块，她却迷醉于他烫人的唇，和他从方向盘滑落下的，搭在她腰间的炙热的手。

他就这样加速，持续加速，直到发动机的轰鸣声在她耳畔低吼，让她沉沦，让她疯狂。在晕眩的视线中，她感到他的眼眸正落向她，落向她正跳动不已的滚烫心脏。

她早已无法逃脱，她早已陷入了他那杀手般冰冷却又无比灼人的双眸，像一道闪电射中心脏，自她看到他的白色野马那天。

她捏着红色的纱裙，小心地沿楼梯而下，不远处，被拖出墙角的脏绿色破布，却再次被圈定在阴影的界限里。

——

Summer’s meant for loving and leaving

I was such a fool for believing that you

Could change all the ways you’re been living

But you just couldn’t stop

The day I saw your white mustang

Your white mustang

—— Lana Del Rey《White Mustang》