小凝走到他身边,把手放到他的掌中。掌心裹着厚厚的纱布,不知道这伤,他还疼不疼。
他绅士地在她手背印上一吻,邀她坐在他身侧。
他垂目轻唱。
小凝啊,你可知道,这每一句话,都是我想对你说的啊……
“its lon lon journy
till i know whr im suppos to
its lon lon journy
n i ont know i i n liv
whn shows ll n lok my ys
i m lost n know tht i must hi
its lon lon journy
till i in my wy hom to you
mny ys iv spnt
ritin on throuh mpty shors
wonrin whts my purpos
wonrin how to mk m stron
i know i will ltr i know i will ry
i know youll stnin y my si
its lon lon journy
n i n to los to you
somtims it ls no on unrstns
i ont vn know why
i o th thins i o
whn pri uils m up till i nt s my soul
will you rk own ths wlls n pull m throuh
us its lon lon journy
till i l tht i m worth th pri
you pi or m on lvry
nth thos stormy skis
whn stn moks n rins turn to os
it l lik vrythin is out to mk m los ontrol
us its lon lon journy
till i in my wy hom to you”
这是一首安静而缠绵的歌,如溪水流淌过门前的桃花林,静静地流到了心里。每一句话,每一个字。
这是怎样的感情啊!