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Thursday, June 12, 2008


A prologue of a story.


6/12/2008 06:00:00 PM


*Opening song*

我輕輕的嚐一口　妳說的愛我　

還在回味妳給過的溫柔

我輕輕的嚐一口　這香濃的誘惑　

我喜歡的樣子妳都有

妳愛過頭竟然答應我

要給我蜂蜜口味的生活

加一顆奶球我攪拌害羞　

將甜度調高後再牽手

妳的愛太多想隨身帶走

想妳的時候就吃上一口

我溫熱著被呵護的感受

卻又擔心降溫了要求

我嚐著妳話裡面的奶油溜啊溜

聽過的每句話都很可口呦啊呦

那些多餘的畫面全被跳過　妳的眼中只有我


Blasting music sounded in his ears. Meaningful lyrics. Nice tune. A song as nice as any other... But close to meaningless to him...

'Marco,' A sweet voice called from behind. Marco turned his head around so sharply his neck emitted a loud CRICK. Suddenly the meaning of the song that flooded his ears became clear...

Taking the earphones out from his ears, 'What?' he asked her. The honey-sweet-looking girl that sits behind Marco raised her eyebrows a little.' Just wanted to ask you about homework...' 'I wasn't listening to the lesson. Sorry.'

The girl turned to ask someone else. 'Sorry...' Marco whispered softly to himself. Although she had a boyfriend, he couldn't help but slowly, bit by bit, fall in love with her. Her smile. Her attitude. Her personality. Her voice. Her smell. Her appearance. Her intellect.

She wasn't especially beautiful, but somehow her looks, her smile, her everything, was special. Nobody else could replace it. He wasn't interested in her at the dawn of the year. But it was an undeniable attraction. Marco doubted the feeling strongly at first. She has a boyfriend. What right have I to interfere? She probably doesn't even have me in her line of sight.

But these thoughts disappeared gradually as he realized that he really loved her. Not just shallow puppy love, but deep, heart-seizing love. He just wanted to see her smile, see her laugh, see her happy. A warm feeling unlike any other envelopes Marco in her presence. He actually felt true happiness. Spending a mere five minutes with her is able to make him crack a genuine smile. Getting him smile is harder than skating with rollerblades with no wheels. It's a common knowledge among his acquaintances.

As the song ended, another song interrupted Marco's line of thoughts. 'Heh, what a befitting song for a wallflower like me...'

*Ending song*

钥匙挂腰带 皮夹插后面口袋

黑框的眼镜有几千度 来海边穿西装裤

他不在乎 我却想哭　

有点无助他的样子 像刚出土的文物

他烤肉竟然会 自带水壶

写信时用浆糊

走起路一不注意就撞树

我不想输　就算辛苦

我也要等我也不能 让你再走寻常路

# 我决定插手你的人生

当你的时尚顾问　别说你不能

让我们乘着阳光

海上冲浪　吸引她目光

不要怕露出胸膛

流一点汗　你成了型男

让我们乘着阳光

看着远方　别当路人甲

让美女缺氧

靠在你肩膀

我微笑在你旁边撑伞#

喔对了对女生用心疼

约会要等　讲笑话不能闷

别太冷　像我一样就刚好

对爱的人　接吻要深

拥抱要真　

来电显示给个甜蜜的昵称

穿着要个性　

这只是刚刚入门

接下来你还要会弹琴会写歌会双截棍

头脑清楚　不能迷糊　

我要将你彻底改造 基因重组大变身

Repeat #