不要问我从哪里来（1）



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不要问我从哪里来（1）

石最后的记忆是在一个深夜，奶奶推醒熟睡的我，屋子里一堆大人忙乱地穿梭着，我迷迷糊糊地跟着隔壁的大婶去她家睡了。第二天，他们告诉我，爷爷中风，去了。
如今的大街看起来只有五、六米宽，是它变小了，还是我长大了？

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
we used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,
some one else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess we'll cry come first of May.

__Be

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