从背后缓缓拿出了把木製吉他,哥哥清了清喉咙,深呼吸了一口气。
「everydayit'sthesamewhentheysaythatitmightbetheend
intheendwhenitendsidon'tlistentothem
youwakeupgotoworkgotosleepthenyoudoit,youdoit
ifyou'reluckythenyoudoitagain
yeahwewalkthroughaworldthatwedon'tunderstand
whenilookinyoureyesi'mjusthappyican
yeahwilllaughandwillcryandwillloseandwillwin
willgetthroughitandtoproveit,yeahwilldoitagain.
there'sgloryinmysaddeststory..
lookatit,juststicksandbricks
makesyouwantmyhowlofpiecesthick
wherewegoandwherewe'vebeen
thisain'tparadisewe'relivingin
it'sadiamond,it'sadirtyplasticpearl
uh,butain'titabeautifulworld.
it'sashamewhentheysaythat'sit'sbinnedonthesin
theycandiginthatgraveupand..aheads
there'sakidwithadreamintheskyforhisstars
there'sanotherfirstkiss,inthembackofsomecar.
turnourpageandwritethestory..」
我好怀念哥哥的吉他声,清脆撩人,每一个音符都这样动人心
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