Perfect Life

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Hearing what others said, Bullock realized: so this is the song "My-heart-will-go-on"!

Recently, it's almost the most popular and hottest song in the entire United States. Even if Bullock has been a little lost recently, he has no intention to pay attention as much as before. What good songs have appeared, and I have heard of them. it.

It's just that he hasn't been to the cinema for nearly two months, so he hasn't seen the "epoch-making" and "great" love movie.

"Maybe I should take a look sometime, maybe he can help me get out of this situation," Brock thought subconsciously.

And while all kinds of thoughts were spinning in his mind, in the sound of the cafe, the voice of the Titanic girl from China became more and more high-pitched, and this was the first time Brock listened to it seriously.

It's a good song, it's great, there's no doubt about it.

But when I heard that sentence—

love-was-when–I-loved-you,

(Love is how I feel when I love you,)

one–true-time-I–hold-you.

(I have a firm grasp on that moment of truth.)

He subconsciously pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it almost subconsciously when Baker, the waiter, came over, "Mr. Brock, your black coffee."

Brock took a deep breath, put down the cigarette in his hand, handed him the money prepared on the table, and forced a smile, "Thank you, Baker."

"Happy to serve you, sir." Baker smiled, put down the coffee, put away the money, and walked away.

The coffee was very hot, but Brock took a big sip, feeling that his entire mouth was about to be cooked by the coffee. He felt relieved inexplicably and swallowed it with a thud. He pursed his lips, smiled, and mumbled. Said: "Good coffee!"

"It is said that in the movie, the male lead dies at the end!" he thought to himself, "So, love kills people, doesn't it? And I'm a person who loves life, I don't want to die! I don't want to do anything **** Love sacrifices everything!"

In the cafe, when the strongest voice gradually faded away, the eyes of the two girls next door were already a little red, and the black man not far away couldn't help but sigh, "Thank you. God, let us mortals walk this road with such great music along the way. God, I just love her to death!"

Bullock shrugged, thinking sarcastically: If God hears your prayers, He will be furious!

Bullock took another gulp of the hot coffee.

Fortunately, although the temperature of the Americano is also very high, it is not enough to burn his mouth.

However, Brock began to regret staying a little bit - the girl from China seems to be willing to sing about love!

Love is beautiful, but my own love is dead!

At this time, the girl with delicate makeup next door took advantage of the gap between the songs and couldn't help but said: "I really hope that a Jack can come to my side and be willing to die for me! That kind of love is eternal! "

Brock was about to get up, but when he heard the words, he couldn't help but curled his lips subconsciously, "That's because he was dead at that moment, so of course it's eternal! If he doesn't die, you let them live together for three years and try, or, Five years? I never believe they can do it for eternity!"

"There is no eternal love in this world!" he murmured.

The girl next door turned her head, frowned slightly, with a "are you talking to me" expression, "What? Sir? Are you talking to me? Excuse me, I didn't understand very well."

Block was stunned for a moment, then squeezed out a smile, "Oh... no! I'm sorry, I'm... er, you know, when I'm in a daze, I can't help... talking to myself!"

The girl smiled, nodded, and turned her head away.

At this point, the next song has already started.

The freckled girl looked excited, "Ah! "No-one", I heard it on the kiosk, this song is very nice."

At the beginning of the song, to Bullock's surprise, this is actually an R&B-style work.

"Wow, this Chinese girl is really versatile, and she has three styles on one album!" Brock thought to himself.

And then...that's another really great song!

Also, this song is very inspiring. This kind of inspiration is no longer just love, it seems to be... it seems to be a sunbeam that splits the dark clouds, the happiness behind the sun that can be seen by everyone.

Unknowingly, Bullock became a little curious about this girl - it is not uncommon for a singer to span several musical styles, but an album spans many styles, and each style It can be achieved to the present level, has a unique charm, and can fully impress people, but it is not a simple thing!

This Chinese girl's name is... LIAO!

In a very low voice, he bluntly read the slightly awkward spelling twice, and nodded vigorously.

Then, he picked up the coffee again and took a swig.

He thinks that when he walks by the video store someday, maybe he should buy a CD of hers too, and even though her songs provoke him like that, they're really good, aren't they?

It seemed that he was deliberately reversing his thoughts and suppressing some kind of restlessness in his heart. At this time, he couldn't help but emphasize again in his heart: "Anyway, I must go to see that movie later. Love movie. !"

At this time, the previous song had come to an end, and then, another song had begun.

At this point, whether it's out of admiration and admiration for this girl, this album, or to deliberately suppress some kind of emotion that's spreading in my mind, let Bullock be interested in this girl's next song. , full of expectations.

However, when he heard the first sentence of the song, he was stunned for a moment, thinking, "Is it still a male and female chorus?" Then, when he heard the lyrics clearly, the coffee cup in his hand was actually Can't help but stop in mid-air—

Over-and-over-I-look-in-your-eyes,

Again and again I look into your eyes,

You-are-all-I–desire,

You are everything I yearn for,

You-have–captured-me,

You have captured my heart,

I-want-to-hold-you,

I want to hug you,

I-want–to-be-close-to-you,

I want to be close to you,

I-never-want–to-let-go,

I don't want to leave you again,

I-wish-that-this-night–would-never-end,

I hope this night will never end,

I–need-to-know,

I need to know,

Could-I-hold-you-for–a-lifetime,

Can I spend my life with you,

Could-I–look-into-your-eyes,

May I look into your eyes,

Could-I–have-this-night-to-share-this-night-together,

May I share the joy of tonight with you,

Could-I-hold-you-close-beside-me,

Can I get closer to you,

Could-I-hold-you-for-all-time,

Can I be with you all my life,

Could-I-could-I-have-this-kiss–forever,

Can I keep this kiss forever, forever,

Could-I-could-I–have-this-kiss-forever, forever.

Can I keep this kiss forever, forever and ever.

…………

At this moment, since hearing the first lyric of the song, Brock felt that his heart was finally beating violently uncontrollably. At that moment, he actually felt that his nose was a little sore, and it seemed that he couldn't even see his eyes. are getting blurry.

Some thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time before came surging at this moment, drowning everything like the night!

He was shaking, holding the coffee cup in his hands, then lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly.

Yes, we once promised each other that we would go through this life together.

Yes, I've looked into her eyes countless times, and she looked into mine too, we kissed, kissed, we said to each other over and over again, "I love you darling, we're going to be together forever!"

But, since when did you start to hate the feeling of two people being together? Or is it that you can't find the feeling of love? Is it from that seemingly never-ending quarrel over and over again?

…………

After a while, he forced his head up and felt the warmth on his face, he quickly raised his hand to wipe the hot thing, then picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, "F! !", he muttered in a low voice.

Turning his head inadvertently, he found that the two girls next door were watching him, and shrugged subconsciously, "What's wrong?"

Both girls looked at him. The girl with delicate makeup pouted and said nothing, but the freckled girl said sincerely, "You're crying, sir."

"What? No...no!" Brock shook his head and laughed a little wildly, holding a coffee cup in one hand and gestured pretentiously, "You know, bitter coffee, it's too bitter, God, I almost Unbearable!"

As he talked, even he himself felt that it was not enough to justify himself, and subconsciously said: "Uh... Did I cry? God, my mother will laugh at me like a child!"

The girl with the delicate makeup shrugged her shoulders perfunctorily and said, "Yeah... child."

But the freckled girl stared at Bullock for a moment, then said, "There's no shame in shedding tears, sir. Because you're sad."

Bullock shrugged and forced a self-righteous smile.

When the girl finally turned her face away, he pursed his lips, raised the coffee cup, and poured the warm coffee into his mouth.

"It's really hard!" This time, he muttered in his heart.

"Yes," he thought, "perhaps it was because that time, when I was angry, I was a bit reluctant to say anything, so I scolded her!"

But soon, he thought, "She should understand me, I just lost my job, she should understand me!" But after a while, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Grass! Damn it! You called your beloved woman, you called her a whore!"

There was no apology, so there was a cold war, and then there was a brief reconciliation, but he knew that at that time, he had just found a new job and was under a lot of pressure, so... dammit!

At this moment, a thought suddenly popped out of the deepest part of his mind, and he could no longer control it. He couldn't help but think over and over again: "How is Alice now? Is she okay?"

After a pause, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

She...should be fine.

She is so beautiful, so gentle, so cute, only a fool like herself would divorce her!

She should have a new boyfriend now, right?

She should be snuggling beside her boyfriend, when she laughs, the world must be bright.

Because her smile is so pure and so beautiful.

F!

Brock clenched his fists. If this wasn't a cafe, he knew that he would definitely punch the table hard!

After a moment, he sighed, picked up his coffee, and took a shallow sip.

At this time, a new song began to sound.

Brock pursed his lips and listened to the music with a blank expression, listening to the Titanic girl begin to sing--

When-you-get-caught-in-the-rain-with-no-where-to-run,

When you are trapped in the wind and rain with nowhere to run,

When-you\\re-distraught-and-in-pain-without–anyone,

When you are upset and have no one with you,

When-you-keep-crying-out–to-be–saved,

While you've been crying and waiting for redemption,

But–nobody-comes,

But no one came to help,

And–you-feel-so-far–away,

You feel so lost and helpless,

That–you-just-can\\t-find-your–way-home,

so that you can't find your way home,

You-can-get-there–alone,

You can reach the other shore alone,

It\s-okay, what-you-say-is,

You have to believe that you can do what you say.

I-can–make-it-through–the-rain,

I can overcome this storm,

I-can-stand-up–once-again-on–my-own,

I can stand up again on my own,

And–I-know-that-I\\m-strong-enough-to–mend,

And I believe I'm strong enough to fix it,

And–every-tifraid-I–hold-tighter-to–my-faith,

Whenever I feel fear, I hold my faith (in my heart) tightly,

And-I-live-one-more-day-and-I-make-it-through-the-rain,

As long as I survive one more day, I will overcome this storm.

…………

Brock's fist clenched tightly again.

Yes, I can beat this storm, I can fix it, I can find back what I have lost and lost! As long as I survive one more day, as long as... I still love that girl!

…………

The light rain outside the window seemed to have stopped at some point. A couple of lovers were quarreling by the roadside. The boy threw the umbrella away angrily and was roaring loudly at the girl.

"Don't quarrel, man, trust me, especially don't lose your temper with her, or you will regret it, trust me!" Brock said silently in his heart.

The next moment, he took a deep breath and seemed to stand up, but hesitated.

"I... can I do it?" He couldn't help asking himself in his heart.

And the most important thing is that he is especially uncertain and fearful: Does she still love herself?

But just as the thought came to him, he immediately took a deep breath and said to himself in his heart, "No matter what, I should go over and apologize to her, for the unkindness and love I once treated her, for the past It's all painful, isn't it? Then, by the way, tell her that I still love her, deeply!"

Thinking of this, he stood up.

The tears on his face should have dried up long ago, and it was a little itchy. He raised his hand to wipe it, then picked up the coffee that had almost cooled down, and drank it all in one go—the coffee was so bitter that he was deeply moved by it. frowned.

Then, he got up with a smile on his face, and said to the freckled girl next door: "Excuse me, ma'am, do you know where there is a flower shop around here? I think I need a flower, and then go see the one I love. girl."

The two girls next door turned their heads in surprise, and after a while, the freckled girl laughed, "Of course, sir, turn left when you go out, turn in at the first intersection, and you'll see a flower shop right away."

After a pause, she said again: "I wish you success!"

Bullock shrugged gracefully~www.wuxiaspot.com~ thanked him, took two steps, but turned back and said sincerely, "Thank you for your music, ma'am, I think they saved me."

The freckled girl raised her eyebrows and laughed.

Brock also smiled and strode out of the cafe.

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Please forgive me for having to post a large amount of lyrics, and they are in both Chinese and English, because this is an English song after all, because the lyrics are closely related to the content of the article. And, please believe that even if you can copy the lyrics in large numbers, the effort spent in this chapter is far more than the usual chapters!

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