哼起歌来。

欢快的节奏一如他现在的心情。

“阿伦，你为什么不直接唱出来呢？”听他哼了一段，科沃斯问道。

阿伦撇了他一眼，他能说他哼的都是小黄歌吗？这根本没法唱出来呀……

“阿伦阿伦，唱一个吧～”科沃斯催促。

阿伦闭上嘴不说话，继续哼哼。

“阿伦阿伦……”科沃斯又叫他。

“好啦，闭嘴。”

科沃斯乖乖闭嘴。

阿伦继续哼哼。

“我也想听。”这时汤姆开口了。

“汤姆，你怎么也这么不懂事……”阿伦嘟囔了句，开始在脑中搜罗一首不带颜色的歌，回想着歌词。

If a tree fell in the forest

Those are words from my mouth

They run right past you

Like a star burning out

Misunderstood

You wear a mask on your face miss hollywood

I'm just another page in the pile of books

And you'll forget about me like you probably should

Nowadays I'm good though

Take it slow if I wanna move solo

I'm me I'm no silhouette

Take the past and I put it to rest

Expectation I'm waiting for you

To tell me I made it up to you

To tell me I made it up to you

To tell me I made it up to you

Tryna work on my patience

But twice a day I be praying to hear from you

To tell me I made it up to you

To tell me I made it up to you

……

慵懒舒服的歌声飘荡在三人周围，月光把他们的影子拉得老长……

高处的廊桥上，一双清冷的银灰色眼眸静静地注视着这幕美好的景象……