抬起头，望着台下熟悉的一张张面孔，笑了一下。
“今天第一首歌，不在歌单里。”
嘉颂抬起眼，朝身后的乐队轻轻点了点头。
前奏缓缓响起，角落里的维吾尔族小伙将冬不拉琴弦拨动。看上去截然不同的乐器，却意外地融合在了一起。冬不拉的声音清亮而干净，像风吹过草原，又像远方传来的马蹄声。
她的歌声慵懒、自由、辽远，不疾不徐地拂过每个人耳边。
i was never one to believe fate
but i thought that we were forever ever ever
then sun turns to ra i start hidg away
and now you039;re walkg out with no see you ter ter ter
we had our highs and we had our lows
but now you say it039;s ti to go