就在两个星期前,我还对那么多人喜欢莫文蔚大惑不解,嘴巴突突的,嘴唇厚厚的,头发乱乱的,声音粗粗的,实在算不上美女,有什么好喜欢的? 旅途上听到的一个声音,轻柔,却又异常落寞地唱:“也许放弃才能靠近你,不再见你你才会把我记起。”忽远忽近的唱着,一把让人惊艳的声音,这不算什么,更重要 Just two weeks ago, I was still puzzled by the fact that so many people like Karen Mok, his mouth was thick, his hair was thick, his hair was messy, and his voice was thick, it wasn’t really a beauty. What’s so good? A voice heard on the road, soft, but unusually sadly sang: “Maybe you can give up to get close to you. I will remember you when you no longer see you.” The sound, this is nothing, more important