他没有再看沈觉,反而对着那把吉他开始轻声念起今晚听到的歌词, “Golden lights through the window pane, Footsteps echo down memory lane. Never been there, but I feel the breeze, California, your name still haunts my dreams. If I ever get there, will it feel the same? Or will you vanish like a runaway flame?” 接着他停顿了片刻,转过头又看向了沈觉,“Echo,你不也是一样吗?”