欧鹏从厉剑的来，慢慢地倒在了厉剑的上。想说很多，却又什麽都说不来。只是压著的人，慢慢地平静著自己的呼。

突然，欧鹏的手机铃声响了。两个或醇厚或清亮的男声唱著英文歌，一遍又一遍。欧鹏没有接听，静静地听著，然後说：“，或许是一块栖息地，一个遮风避雨的地方。给你舒适与安，给你无限的温。在失意日里，在你最寂寞的时候，的记忆，带你回家。，也许是一扇窗，或者是敞开的门。邀请你走近，给你看更多。即使你迷失了方向，的记忆，会穿透你的心扉。，对於某些人，像云一样飘忽不定；而对另外一些人，却像钢铁一样不可摧。对有些人，是一生活，而对有些人，是一觉。有人说，是持，有人说，是放手。有人说，是一切，而有人说他们不懂什麽是。或许，像海洋，充满著矛盾和变化。就像寒冬里的炉火，或者雨中的雷鸣。如果我能永生，所有的梦想都实现，我的的记忆，是你……我靠，这歌真他妈的麻……”

“嗯。”厉剑低低地说：“欧鹏，我你。”

Perhaps Love　 by：John Denver

Perhaps love is like a resting pce

A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm

And in those times of trouble

When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window

Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer

It wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself

And don’t know what to do

The memory of love will see you through

Oh, love to some is like a cloud

To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living

For some a way to feel

And some say love is holding on

And some say letting go

And some say love

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