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How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.
I guess it's time I run far, far away;
find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same:
it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say,
but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words:
it's just tears and rain.
……
James Blunt嘶哑的歌声在车厢里缓缓流淌,那歌词一字一句,就像尖锐的刀刺进他尚未愈合的伤口,鲜血淋漓,荒芜寂寞在心底疯狂生长。
看出来他不想说话,顾靖扬一直保持沉默,尽量把车开得平稳一些。偶尔在红绿灯的时候,他转头向副驾看去,眼底一片担忧。
陈非靠在座位上,略微侧着头,闭着眼,外面的霓虹明明灭灭,光影在他的脸上变幻不定地跳动,一滴眼泪从他闭着的眼睛缓缓流出,划过鼻梁,在另一边脸庞上消失,仿佛从未出现。
在顾靖扬过往三十三年的人生里,他从来没遇到过像陈非这样的人,复杂深邃得令人无从捉摸,每一次觉得稍微了解他一点,没过多久又会发现他依旧深不可测。
他也从来没有这样的喜欢过一个人,既不敢靠得太近,也不愿离得太远,每一次拿起电话都要犹豫再三。谈过那么多次恋爱,他到现在才体会到什么叫患得患失。