Think of me
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned, imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.
当你听到这句的时候,你会是什么表情啊。
漆拉这么想着。
走廊边放置着纯金的雕像,雕像的手上是各式各样的烛台。猩红的地毯覆盖在洁白光滑的大理石台阶上。
“Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned, imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.”
漆拉不由得闭上眼,微微仰着头吟唱起来。
时隔二十年了。这家剧院还是顽固的沿用以前的传统,将笔挺的蜡烛安放在锈蚀了的黄铜烛台上点燃。
再黯淡的烛光也还是能够照亮一个人的脸。漆拉微微抿着唇独自踱过回荡着音乐的大厅,交响乐交织着女子歌声,恢宏而委婉。他垂下来的一缕银发掠过纯金的雕像。长笛的声音传了出来,轻轻的引燃一个男子的声音。
“Can it be,can it be Christine?”
漆拉笑了,隔着内厅的帷幕和着台上那男子的歌声继续唱出声来。
“What a change, you’re really not a bit the gawkish girl that once you were... She may not remember me, but I remember her.”
他掀开帷幕走进去,一边唱一边顺着台阶走。那人的形象太过耀眼。他不需要找也能认出他好似扭曲了的阳光似的金发,长长的垂下了肩膀,即使二十年的时光也磨不去那耀眼的光芒。
“We’ve never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea. ”
走廊尽头的黑暗里,有一个人影动了一下,带动一抹金色的光华。
“But if you can still remember, stop and think of me...”那人唱
漆拉停住了。
“Think of all things we’ve shared and seen, don’t think about the things which might have been...”
那歌声太熟悉,太怀念,太久远,熟悉到漆拉会在二十年里产生幻听,怀念到漆拉会从梦里哭着挣扎着醒过来,久远到漆拉以为自己这辈子也听不到。
现在却从离自己那么近的地方传出来,轻柔而缓慢。
“你不怪我了么……吉尔……”
台上,女子的声音仍在继续,优美的仿佛不是这世间的声音。
一个人影从那角落里的黑暗里走出来。唇角勾起恍是二十年前的弧度。
吉尔伽美什走上前,紧紧的搂住漆拉,在他耳边轻轻的说了一句话。
漆拉的眼角湿了。
“Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ”
——【 End 】——