My sister was gonna be a bride,

“听上去真可怕！”Ryan皱眉，撇撇嘴。

I am still wondering,

I once was a kid, *

“呵……好了，好了，你弹吧！我在听——直到我被这声音杀死……噢——”Ryan还是挨了Jesse的一掌，轻轻地拍在脑门。

哐——

I was supposed to be the only kid,

If there were someone loved me.

Why were they white,

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To be someone’s lover.

Of my dad.

My dog I named Mod.

Why am I lying here?

Even though I see nothing red.

不知什么时候，Jesse已经在低声地唱了……

The wedding of my sister.

As my blood is running out

一直是简单拨的涩旋律，那几个单调的音符连Ryan都能听来，但渐渐地，他被这些声音捕获了，意识在低起伏的音调上颠簸，他将目光聚集在Jesse的脸上，发现他的神从来没有这么亲和过：

“嘿——，你他妈的少废话！”Jesse扬起手，作要打他的架势。

I chased a butterfly with,

“哼！哼——好了！听我弹它！”Jesse清清咙，划几弦，没电的电吉他发涩糙的嘶声。

God! Had I got a sister.

When I was a kid.

一滴，从晨曦般的金褐发梢滴落到手背上。

不知是不是恶作剧，Jesse使劲把弦划了一把，Ryan的睛都眯了，他换了个远一的角度。

Cherry flowers blossomed in my yard,

That’s my sweetest memory.

Alone dying I am,

Without a dog by my side.

，你……可地惹火！”被Ryan啄着耳垂的Jesse抖动着肩膀笑了起来——这小有时候真是个不折不扣的恶！

I wondered as I saw my blood was red.

很少看到他把搭这么低，的褐睫在睑上投重重的影，随着他的动作微微摇曳；刚刮过的光洁脸颊带给他意外的稚气，只有微薄的嘴，勉给人以成熟的味，但也仅限于视觉上。穿得很旧的黑T-shirt把修实的上包裹地恰到好，肩膀的几个破他略经日晒，焦糖的肤，比手臂的要浅一些；细骨的手指在琴弦上漫不经心地勾划……

Or I am wondering,