自从佳信出事以后，她都佯装着很坚强地独自硬抗，现在一直紧绷着的那根弦终于断掉。
她在人潮拥挤的街头，忽然就觉得好孤单，无依无靠，双手环臂蹲下身，脸颊深深地埋进手臂里。
真累啊。
“when you get caught in the rain with no where to run。
when you're distraught and in pain without anyone。
when you keep crying out to be saved but nobody comes。
and you feel so far away。
that you just can't find your way home。
you can get there alone。
it's okay， what you say is……”
宋佳微抬眸，曼哈顿炙热火辣的阳光下，一个拉着小提琴的青涩男生，正逆着光站在她的面前弹奏，嘴里吐出的歌词如此美妙，抚平了她心中的