环一首歌，厚重低沉的男声在这密闭的空间里竟然有一股奇异的安神的作用。
“i know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
i know that the clubs are weapons of war
i know that diamonds mean money for this art
but that's not the shape of my heart
that's not the shape, the shape of my heart”
池中月有些昏昏欲睡，耳边的音乐渐渐飘远。
“and if i told you that i loved you
you'd maybe think there's something wrong
i'm not a man of too many faces
the mask i wear is one”
b市多山，这一场大雨