整整一晚，她坐在阳台边抱着电脑，出神的看着窗外零落的雪，耳边持续是那么一首《hertbeats》，静静的，仿佛在牵引着她从迷失的方向回归正路，一步一步，让她陡然想起最初时所坚持的东西。

i/can‘t/figure/out

is/it/ant/to/be/this/way

easy/words/so/hard/to/say

i/can‘t/live/without

knog/how/you/fee

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know/if/this/is/real

tell//a/i/istaken

cae/i/don‘t/have/another/heart/for/break‘

please/don‘t/let//go

i/jt/wanna/stay

can‘t/you/feel/y/heartbeats

givg//away

i/jt/want/to/know