魂鸣曲 贰.我和我

13.随着玫瑰枯萎的时光
“I`m sorry,Selena.”
I can't remember how many times, in the blood of the setting sun and the shadows of the evening glow, after said these words to you. I also imagined in a dull day, and look forward to, next time when I kissed your fingertips, you'll be mischievous bite me, and then make a look of disappointment, complaining about my blood taste bitter. However, this is just my dream, this dream, I don't know wearily made in four hundred.