但是却似镜中花水中月,想要看见他的面容却无能为力。 心中忽然有个声音告诉他不要继续走下去,似乎前方有着数不尽的梦魇,会将他吞噬地一干二净。 他不理会,径直向前走。风似乎更加猛烈,雪也层层叠叠地落下,在发中、眉间、肩头,冻的通红的鼻子,让他想起手心握着另一双手的感觉,似乎握住了就是天长地久,心也无比的安定。 公寓的一角隐约可见,门前的邮箱孤零零地杵在门前,依稀,Shane想起他每天在邮箱看着便利贴时嘴角的那抹微笑。久无波澜的心也泛上丝丝暖意。 开门后,眼前的陈设陌生又熟悉。早晨两个人互相帮对方系领带,晚餐两个人谈笑风生,晚上手牵手一同在壁炉旁取暖,一同相拥而眠…… 太多的回忆拥入脑海,他无所适从,抱着头蹲在地上,他想起来了,Nicky Byrne,那个和他相识相遇相知相恋一年的爱人,那个在冬天和他紧握双手让素来怕冷的他暖和起来的人,那个为他系围巾,那个为他下厨,那个照顾生病的他的人。 泪水决堤般流下,他想起那晚冬夜,两人争吵,Nicky冲去树林找他,回来正好遇见罪犯准备逃跑,惊慌失措下罪犯开了枪,毅然为他挡下子弹的Nicky,那个罪犯仓皇逃走后,对他说希望他忘记他,重新开始的那个人。 Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die. So this is me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night," And I go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.