汽车上,两个人打闹玩笑个不停。
“唱首歌来听吧。”沈绪平把她鬓间的碎发拂到耳后去。
“你想听什么歌?”
“你随便唱。”
她想想,头靠着车窗,侧脸向窗外,唱出仿佛轻松欢快的调子来:
in a little while from now
if i'm not feeling any less sour
i promise myself, to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top
will throw myself off
in an effort to, make it clear to who
ever what it's like when you're shattered
left standing in the lurch, at a church
where people saying, my god
that's tough, she stood him up
no point in us remaining
we may as well go home
as i did on my own
alone again, naturally
to think that only yesterday
i was cheerful, bright and gay
looking forward to, well who wouldn't do
the role i was about to play
but as if to knock me down, reality came around
and without so much, as a mere touch
cut me into little pieces
leaving me to doubt, talk about
god and his mercy
though if he really does exist
why did he desert me
in my hour of need, i truly am indeed
alone again, naturally
it seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world, that can't be mended
left unattended
what do we do? what do we do?
alone again, naturally
looking back over the years
whatever else that appears
i remember i cried when my father died
never wi
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