摩天轮转过半圈,公园里仍然灯火通明。人们仍然在排着长队等待着。
我却觉得很没意思。
看着工藤,他却忽然转头,没在看我。
于是轻声唱起一首歌来。
“Not very often have we met
But the music's been too bad
Can only sense happiness
So, I'm going home
I must hurry home
Where a life goes on
We're too old to make a mess
Dreams will keep me young
Old enough to stress
Only mirrors tell the time
So, I'm going home
I must hurry home so will my life go on
Yes, I'm going home
Going home alone
And your life goes on”