吃过晚餐,林杰起身趴在陈敏耳边说了几句就走开了。 陈敏看着窗外的美丽夜色,此时早已是万家灯火,将夜色衬托得更加灿烂迷人。 等了半天,没见林杰回来,纳闷:“这个林杰,说有惊喜,半天了,也不见人影。” 正四处张望,却听有人清了清嗓子,“圣诞之夜,我想唱首歌给我喜欢的人听,希望她天天开心,永远美丽动人。” 陈敏觉得声音好熟悉,林杰?顺着声音一看,果然是林杰。 头戴圣诞帽的林杰也正看向陈敏,冲着陈敏微微一笑,不忘眨下那电死人不偿命的电眼。 陈敏看着林杰,不禁会心一笑,这个林杰呀。 只见林杰抱着吉他,开始轻轻吟唱。 Woke up this morning Just sat in my bed 8 a m first thing in my head Is a certain someone Who's always on my mind
She treats me like a gentlman in everyway She smiles and warms me through up the day Should I tell her I love you Wish I knew what to say!
Could this be love that I feel So strong so deep and so real If I lost you would I ever heal Could this be love that I feel