那光 就在你眼前
那般夺目
你便再也移不开思绪
再也舍不得呼吸
不想错过一丝一毫 一颦一笑
He stood there with wine in his hand. Like a picture, one of those perfectest ones.
He walked, step by step.
He talked, he laughed, he kept silent and thinking.
He cried and tear shining on the brilliant face.
He ate, he drank, like drunk but he denied.
He kissed, he hugged.
He happy and he sad.
All of these, on the stage, on my heart.