“开始吧。”我酝酿好情绪，拿著话筒，看著前面唯一的一面雪白的墙，心里很难平静。被质疑的声音，我最不需要这种被人否定的感觉。
棍子敲响了，首先是键盘的声音，熟悉的旋律传进我的耳朵。我很习惯地开口唱开……
“i alime on my own
i hought i’d need you there when i cry
and the days feel like years alone
and the bed where you lie
is made up on your side
when you walk away
i t the steps that you take
do you see ho now？
when yone
the piey heart are missing you
when yone
the face i came to knooo
when yone
the he
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