杯身，沙发上的夏瑜就站了起来，摇晃着身子走到舞池中央，不知道从哪儿夺过来一只麦。

她脑子混混沌沌的，将话筒抵在嘴上。

“I have been living with a shadow overheadI have been sleeping with a cloud above my bedI have been lonely for so longTrapped in the past I just can not seem to move on ……”*