25岁那年,相恋多年的男友向蔚迟月求婚。 闪闪发光,价格不菲的钻戒戴在无名指上。面前这个男人,英俊多金,并且爱她。他的吻温暖而轻柔。久久依偎于他的怀中,他的气息、体温,她都是那样熟悉。她想,该嫁给他了吧,该到结婚的时候了吧。 静谧的夜色中,忽然,不知从哪里传来歌声,一把低柔醇厚的女声,一遍遍地吟唱着:“Wish you were here……Wish you were here……Wish you were here……” “什么歌?”如此熟悉的旋律。 “不知道。”那个即将成为未婚夫的男子说。 “原来好像在哪儿听过呢。”喃喃自语着,她闭上眼睛,“Wish you were here……How I wish you were here……” Wish you were here Me, oh, my countryman Wish you were here
I wish you were here Don't you know, the snow is getting colder And I miss you like hell And I'm feeling blue
I've got feelings for you Do you still feel the same From the first time I laid my eyes on you I felt joy of living I saw heaven in your eyes In your eyes
Wish you were here Me, oh, my countryman Wish you were here
I wish you were here Don't you know, the snow is getting colder And I miss you like hell And I'm feeling blue
I miss your laugh, I miss your smile I miss everything about you Every second's like a minute Every minute's like a day When you're far away
The snow is getting colder, baby And I wish you were here A battlefield of love and fear And I wish you were here
I've got feelings for you From the first time I laid my eyes on you