恩,别问我为什么听他的歌,
细听下,
歌词还不错,
有feel,
就偶尔听下咯,
bb的歌....
晚安~
Lady Macbeth:
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.