借给我一盒火柴（歌改文）(2)

你虽然有些疑惑却还是乖乖闭上了眼睛。
“OK.Let's imagine that all the patients get healthy. We have eliminated the virus and went home to celebrate with our family.Are you feeling better?（好。让我们想象所有的病人都恢复健康。我们已经消灭了病毒，回家和我们的父母一起庆祝。感觉好些的吗？）”
你点点头，却哭了。
“Why are you crying?（你怎么哭了？）”当时我很慌张，“Don't cry. I'll sing you a song.All right？（别哭了。我给你唱首歌。好吗？）”
我见你点头，唱起来：
“Wow~
I want to pick a flower for you.
I want to write a song for you.
Children will see love and peace.
Children will see love and peace.

（以花赠友，岁月温柔。
以歌赠友，月落枝头。
少年眼眸，可盛山河。
爱与和平，永垂不朽。）”
熟悉的歌声这次不是用来安慰不安的孩子，而是悲伤的你，温柔优美，带着治愈的力量。本来就因为工作累坏的你听着歌声渐渐入睡。
而此刻，你眼前那金发凌乱地披散着，碧色的眼里黯淡，苍白无血色的脸上笑容是苦涩的，却依旧是那温柔的声音，却被一层呼吸罩阻挡。
“I know I'm going to die.I'm glad you came to see me off.Please don't cry.（我知道我要死了。我很高兴你来送我。请不要哭。）”
我试图安慰你，到头来却发现连自己也安慰不了，命运并不会同情我们。
此刻病房里只有机器的响声，你极力压制的呜咽声，还有我虚弱又沉重的呼吸声。
“My friend, please help me take care of those children who have lost their parents after I'm gone.And,you can go to see my family.. I want to have last meal cooked by my mother.Don't cry, don't be afraid.No matter how far it is, I will come back to see you.And I also want to see everyone who is no longer suffering from illness.（我的朋友，在我走之后请帮我照顾那些失去父母的孩子。