她们来到一片墓地,直走到底。 :“嘉至就在这里了。” 照片上的文嘉至双眼依旧炯炯有神,那颗嘴角上的小痣仍旧清晰可见,那两瓣薄薄的嘴唇微启,像似有好多话语想要诉说。 张平遥走到文嘉至的坟头,眼泪好似断了线的珠子般滴落,伴着哭腔轻轻地哼唱道,:“ if you wonder off too far my love will get you home if you flow the wrong star my love will get you home if you ever find yourself lose and all alone get back on your feet and think of me my love will get you home boy my love will get you home
if the bright lights blind your eyes my love will get you home if your troubles break your stride my love will get you home if you ever find yourself lose and all alone get back on your feet and think of me my love will get you home boy my love will get you home
if you ever feel ashamed my love will get you home when there's onlyyou to blame my love will get you home if you ever find yourself lose and all alone get back on your feet and think of me my love will get you home boy my love will get you home if you ever find yourself lose and all alone get back on your feet and think of me my love will get you home boy my love will get you home boy my love will get you home