一份温暖，而不是占据多年的冰冷冷。

安素之并不感到难过，只是有些寂寞。

真的。

安素之看着天花板晶亮的吊灯，白色的影投在大理石上，很真实的样子，迟疑地把手伸过去，地板还是原来的样子，原来地板上的白色的光印在了手上，像一个小伤口。忽然想起挪威女歌手琳恩·玛莲的《it'strue》，她曾有一段时间很喜欢里头有些深沉和神秘的旋律。

iwishicould

sithereallalone

thinkingthisisokay

don'tneedanybodytonight

justpletesilendtheblight

andi'ddrinkmycoffee

wouldn'tworryatall...wouldn'tworryatall

iwouldfeelfine

likeialdo

iwouldbesmiling

laughingtoo

don'tneedanybody

leastofallyou

andtheniwouldbmyselfit'strue

iwishicould

stareatthewall

andsee&hing&&ime

everytime

thebwouldn'tstopburning

iblaydown

andiwouldn'tbeg

iwouldfeelfine

likeialdo

iwouldbesmiling

laughingtoo

don'tneedanybody

leastofallyou

andtheniwouldbmyselfit'strue

it'strue

it'strue