why were they white,
i wondered as i saw my blood was red.
why am i lying here?
the wedding of my sister.
or i am w,
to be someone’s lover.
my dog i named mod.
my sister was gonna be a bride,
god! had i got a sister.
很少看到他把眼皮搭这么低，长长的深褐色睫毛在下眼睑上投下重重的阴影，随着他的动作微微摇曳；刚刮过的光洁脸颊带给他意外的稚气，只有微薄的嘴唇，勉强给人以成熟的味道，但也仅限于视觉上。穿得很旧的黑色紧身t-shirt把修长紧实的上身包裹地恰到好处，肩膀的几个破洞露出他略经日晒，焦糖色的皮肤，比手臂处的要浅一些；细长骨感的手指在琴弦上漫不经心地勾划……
一滴水，从晨曦般的金褐发梢滴落到手背上。
不知什么时候，jesse已经在低声地吟唱了……
even though i see nothing red.
“听上去真可怕！”ryan皱紧眉毛，撇撇嘴道。
“嘿——，你他妈的少废话！”jesse扬起手，作出要打他的架势。
“呵……好了，好了，你弹吧！我在听——直到我被这声音杀死……噢——”ryan还是挨了jesse的一掌，轻轻地拍在脑门。
alone dying i am,
without a dog by my side.
as my blood is running out
if there were someone loved me.
cherry flowers blossomed in my yard,
when i was a kid.
i was supposed to be the only kid,
of my dad.
i am still w,
i once was a kid, *
that’s my sweetest memory.
i chased a butterfly with,
哐——
不知道是不是恶作剧，jesse使劲把弦划了一把，ryan的眼睛都眯紧了，他换了个远一点的角度。
一直是简单拨弄的紧涩旋律，那几个单调的音符连ryan都能听出来，但渐渐地，他被这些声音捕获了，意识在高低起伏的音调上颠簸，他将目光聚集在jesse的脸上，发现他的神情从来没有这么亲和过：