安之侧目,床头柜上摆着个他带来的IPOD。关了吵闹的电视,插上耳机,将音量调大。 “The falling leaves drift by my window/The falling leaves of red and gold/I see your lips, the summer kisses/The sunburned hand I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long/And soon I'll hear old winter's song/But I miss you most of all, my darling/When autumn leaves start to fall” 还真是萧索的歌,她合上眼,静静地听。