米卢轻笑了声，将她连身短裙又推高一点，方便进出，他讲：“宝贝，他对你们都没有兴趣。”
明十只是斯斯文文地喝着酒，偶尔转动着酒杯。
小舞台上，那个女人唱得投入，已经闭上了眼睛。
“youandimovinginthedark
bodiesclosebutsoulsapart
shadowedsmilessecretsunrevealed
ineedtoknowthewayufeel
i’llgiveueverythingiam
andeverythingiwanttobe
i’llputitinyourhandsifucouldopenuptomeoh
can’tweevergetbeyondthiswallcause
alliwantisjustoncetoseeuinthelight
butuhidebehindthecolorofthenight
ican’tgoonrunningfromthepast
lovehastornawaythismaskandnowlikeclouds,
likeraini’mdrowningandibmeitallonu
i’mlostgodsaveme
i’llgiveueverythingiam
andeverythingiwanttobe
i’llputitinyourhandsifucouldopenuptomeoh
can’tweevergetbeyondthiswall
causealliwantisjustonce
toseeuinthelight
butuhidebehindthecolorofthenight
i’llgiveueverythingiam
andeverythingiwanttobe
can’tweevergetbeyondthiswall
causealliwantisjustonce
foreveragain
i’mwaitingforui’mstandinginthelight
butuhidebehindthecolorofthenight
please eoutfromthecolorofthenight”
明十听着，竟然湿濡了眼睛。
一只手按在了他手