命运真的好幽默。朱槿,你是故意的吗?在传说里星期五和13都代表着悲伤和不幸,而你竟然选择这样两者结合的日子离开我。
这一首歌你一定记得吧,你曾经还戏谑般唱给我听,现在我送给你。
sundayisgloomy,myhoursareslumberless,
dearest,theshadowsilivewitharenumberless,
littlewhiteflowerswillneverawakenyou,
notwheretheblackcoachofsorrowhastakenyou。
angelshavenothoughtofeverreturningyou
wouldtheybeangryifithoughtofjoiningyou
gloomysunday,sundayisgloomy,withshadowsispenditall
myheartandihavedecidedtoenditall
soonthere’llbeflowersandprayersthataresad,
iknow,letthemnotweep,
letthemknowthati’mgladtogo
deathisnodream,
forindeathi’mcaressingyou
withthelastbreathofmysouli’llbeblessingyou
gloomysunday
dreaming,iwasonlydreaming
iwakeandifindyou
asleepinthedeepofmyheart
deardarlingihopethatmydreamneverhauntedyou
myheartistellingyouhowmuchiwantedyou
永别了,亲爱的槿。