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第49章（第2页）

butnowiknowwhatireallyknow

becaeyouliveandbreathe

becaeyouakebelieveyselfwhennobodyelsecanhelp

becaeyoulive，girl

yworldhasiceasanystarsthesky

it&pri;salright，isurvived，i&pri;aliveaga

caeofyou，adeitthrougheverystor

whatislife，whatstheeifyoukilledside

i&pri;gladifoundananl

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whowastherewhenallyhopesfell

iwannafly，lookgyoureyes

becaeyouliveandbreathe

becaeyouakebelieveyselfwhennobodyelsecanhelp

becaeyoulive，girl

yworldhasiceasanystarsthesky

becaeyoulive，ilive

becaeyoulivethere&pri;sareanwhy

icarryonwhenilosethefight

iwanttogivewhatyou&pri;vegivenalways

becaeyouliveandbreathe

becaeyouakebelieveyselfwhennobodyelsecanhelp

becaeyoulive，girl

yworldhasiceasanystarsthesky

becaeyouliveandbreathe

becaeyouakebelieveyselfwhennobodyelsecanhelp

becaeyoulive，girl

yworldhaseverythgineedtosurvive

becaeyoulive，ilive，ilive

容仁百听不厌的曲子。

十五岁开始的破旧如纸般的年华，却复制不出牛皮纸的味道，也做不来那种视觉的bi真，更永远显现不出背后的色彩。

亦或许，那背后真的是一片灰白，如他一直所认为的。

每一笔的勾勒，每一抹的痕迹，对于那个年纪的他，只能极力隐去浓郁的伤悲、不甘，若无其事地做个孝悌之人。