窗外的景物飞快地闪过去，车里面正在播放的歌曲是sara bright man的《this love》，歌手空灵的声音在轻轻吟唱着：
“this love/this love is a strange love/a faded kind of day love/this love/this love/i think i'm gonna fall again/and even when you held my hand/it didn't mean a thing/this love/this love/never has to say love/doesn't know it is love/this love/this love/doesn't h**e to say love/doesn't need to be love/doesn't mean a thing/this love……”
那个句末的“love”被拖得很长，小小的车内，幕晓不说话，我也不说话，百无聊赖地，之前形成的习惯让我一边听着，一边在心里快速地翻译了起来：
“这份爱/这份爱是一份奇特的爱/一份已凋谢的白日的爱/这份爱/这份爱/我想我
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