头越来越昏，酒越来越淡……怀旧的酒吧里，响起了年少时熟悉的旋律。
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothing else
He'd trade the world
For a good thing he's found
If she is bad he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend
If he puts her down
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Trying to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way
It ought to be
“靖轩……”我用力地甩甩头，感觉有一双温柔的手轻轻地扶在了我的肩膀上，如丁香花一样不算陌生的香气，在鼻尖若隐若现。
