轉載自Tim Burton " The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy" from http://homepage.eircom.net/~sebulbac/burton/home.html
這是一個很無奈的故事，每每讀到它總會讓我想起2個好友。心疼，卻好像也無能為力；也許不該這樣說，但也慶幸他們生命中的『錨兒』並未"幸運"的來到世間。或許他們也會深沈無窮等待的漆黑海底？ 
There was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
And there was just one place
that she wanted to be.
With a man named Walker
who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.
He was the one that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything
to capture this ghost.
But throughout all their lives
they never connected.
She wandered the earth
alone and rejected
She tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.
Nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
They had a baby.
But to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.
I t was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.
The baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.
So Walker took off
to play with the band.
And from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.
And she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.
As she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish.
