在UKOo里找到了这首歌，听了好几遍，因为歌手是一个70岁的老人。

让我想起了很多东西，第一段歌词像极了《巴黎最后的探戈》。

然后那个氛围，感觉回到了那个篝火晚会，那个白发外教在给我们唱歌，好温馨~~

每个都有一个别人不为所自的secret life,也许真的只有到了70岁，那个无牵无挂无所顾忌的年龄，才有勇气将秘密公布于众。

 

In My Secret Life

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There  no one in sight.
And we still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it either black or white.
Thank G-d it not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.