静的车厢里游荡。
她把发丝擦得差不多干，便把他半湿的衬衫折起来，规规矩矩地放在自己的膝盖上。脸避开他，转到车窗外去，看大雨滂沱。
而他则把手肘撑在扶手上，头转向另一侧，偶尔咳嗽两声。
车外大雨，车内一点都听不到，车里的音响里播放起《Middle of My Mind》，旋律温柔，动人心弦。
这大概是他常听的一首歌，单曲循环。
“You were in the flow of the things……don\'t you know ，I was there with you somehow，somehow……”
“……”
“Did you ever know that you were in the middle of my mind”
“……”
“You were on the street，striding to somewhere……I could never figure out why you were so hard to find……”
她的一颗