sweet dreams are made of this

who am I to disagree

I travel the world and seven seas

everybody's looking for something

some of them want to use you

some of them want to get used by you

some of them want to abuse you

some of them want to be abused

remix过的“Sweet Dreams(are made of this)”歌声响起，节奏轰隆而尖锐，我越过只有1尺长的玻璃方桌错落的杯瓶，看着对面的女人，她还是轻摆着，勉强跟上了鼓点，闭着眼，脸微扬，张口吐出一团上升的烟，好像灵魂出窍。2米远处的吧台火光亮起，bartender站在高处，嘴里喷着漂亮的焰火。一片尖叫欢呼。

这是一个美丽的瞬间，有一些微妙的东西让我的神经散布快乐的信息，流过全身直到大脑。不完全是酒精作用。世界上没有假象，只有你不愿意去相信的东西。