唐海东_6254 Losing him was blue, like I’d never known 失去他如此忧伤,好像我们从未相识 Missing him was dark gray, all alone 想念他如同灰暗般无助,孤独中无法忘却 Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met 将他遗忘好比去了解一个素未谋面的人那样痛苦漫长 But loving him was red, 但爱他的感觉如同亮红般炽烈 《Red》