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，以后要再找，就不容易了，傻大哥，只能在这棵树上吊死了。

风疏狂的脸上，是一日既往面对大众时的冷漠。

连想的脑中，只剩一段旋律，低沉的嗓音，小小的走音，小心翼翼的试探，和无尽的真诚。

Somesayloveitisariver

Thatdrownsthetenderreed.

Somesayloveitisarazor

Thatleavesyoursoultobleed.

Somesayloveitisahunger

Anendless,agneed

Isayloveitisaflower,

Andyouit'sonlyseed.

It'stheheartafraidofbreaking

Thatneverlearnstodance

It'sthedreamafraidofwaking

Thatakesthece

It'stheonewhowon'tbetaken,

Whootseemtogive

Andthesoulafraidofdying

Thatneverlearnstolive.

Andthenighthasbeentoolonely

Andtheroadhasbeentoolong.

Andyouthinkthatloveisonly

Fortheluckyandthestrong.

Justrememberinthewinter

Farbehthebittersnow

Liestheseedthatwiththesun's