“谢谢……”

林小小举起酒杯，与阳乃碰杯。

两人没有说话，享受着酒在血里化开。

吧台驻唱是一位小姐姐，正唱着《Fly Me To The Moon 》：

“Poets often use many words to say a sinple thingIt takes thought and time and rhyme to make a poem singWith music and words I've been playingFor you I have written a songTo be sure

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