她抬头看着敞开的窗户，微凉的风吹乱了她的发，她却丝毫未感到寒冷。白皙的脸在月色下如白玉般晶莹剔透，散乱的发丝划过脸庞，带走点点泪滴。如星般灿烂的明眸望着夜幕，心里默默念着那首她最爱的诗。
Thefurthestdistaheworld
isnotbeeenlifeah
butwhenIstandfrontofyou
yetyoudon’tknowthatIloveyou
thefurthestdistaheworld
isnotwhenIstandfrontofyou
yetyoudon’tknownthatIloveyou
butwhenundoubtedlyknogthelovefroboth
yetotbetogether
Thefurthestdistaheworld
isnotbegapartwhilebeglove
butwhenplyotresisttheyearng
yetpretendgyouneverbee
Thefurthestdistaheworld
Isnotwhenplyotresisttheyearng