“...... Hot summer nights, mid July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you'd play with me like a child......”
宫薄霜并不会跳舞,甚至可以说是带着几分微醺的醉态在瞎晃。
偶尔停下动作,酒杯抵在唇边,喝一口度数很低的起泡酒,轻飘飘地像浮在空中。
窗外是喧嚣尘世,窗内是避风港湾,脚下是万家灯火,头顶是无垠星河。
整个世界都浸在轻吟浅唱的旋律中,如同游星野胸腔里跳动的心脏一般,变得柔软而失重。
“...... Will you still love me When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will......”