She may be the face i can`t forget a trace of pleasure i regret
may be my treasure or the price i have to pay
she may be the song that solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hundred different things within the measure of the day.
she may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heaven or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dream a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem inside as shell
she who always seems so happy `n proud
who`s eyes can be so private and so proud no one`s allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that i remember till the day i die
she may be the reason i survive the why and where for i`m alive
the one i`ll care for through the rough and rainy years
me i`ll take her laughter and her tears and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes i got to be the meaning of my life is she
《She》Elvis Costello
自从那次小婕给我打来最后一个电话起,我就在想这辈子我还会不会再见到她,如果见到她又会是怎么样的一种方式?
那么多日子过去了,这种想法已经渐渐淡去了,我也开始有了新的生活,新的女朋友。但恰恰在这个时候,我再一次遇见了她。
“谁啊?”我看着愣在门口的小悠。
“小。。。小婕,你怎么来了?”小悠的表情里充满了惊讶。
小婕?!
我翻下床走到门口,是的,就是她,这个让我欢喜让我忧愁的女人。那熟悉的脸庞,发梢,气息,我这是在梦中吗?
同样感到惊讶的还有小婕,或许小悠没和她提起过我们俩的事,三个关系错综复杂的好友傻傻的站在门口一句话也说不上来。
“进来坐吧。”我打破了这个尴尬的局面。
“不用了,我先回去了。”小婕转身就要走。
“这样吧,我出去走走,你们俩好久没见了好好聊聊吧。”我拉住小婕的手准备往外走,她的手还是那么的冰凉。
“还是我出去吧,顺便买的东西。”小悠侧过身子从我身边挤过快步往楼下跑去,剩下我和小婕站在门口。
“那。。。先进来吧。”我招呼她进屋。
小婕走进房间环顾了下四周,“挺干净的嘛。”
“坐吧,呵呵,都是她打扫的。”这句话过后两人又陷入了沉默,小婕低着头看着地板,而我站在一旁无奈的挠挠头,电视里小女孩高唱着《歌唱祖国》,阳台外传来别人家的欢呼声。
“我看我还是走吧。”小婕站起来往门外走去。
“等下。”
“怎么了?”她转过头,带着一种期盼的眼神。
“这个,钥匙你拿着,我现在也没用了。”我从口袋里掏出她房间的钥匙给她,这把钥匙一直放在我的口袋里,也许正等着这个时候交还到她的手上。
“哦,谢谢。”她转身走出去。
谢谢,好久没有听到小婕这么对我说了。
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