鬼入侵第一季

又看了一次cut，又哭惨了，be美学的天花板。有些情节狠狠地代入了，明知道结局的爱情，却还是很勇敢的说一天一天来，剩下的日子，我只想跟你过。她会把浴缸放满水，水池放满水，凝视着自己的倒影，她希望可以从她的倒影中再次看见她的湖底女士，她会把门留一条缝，她面对门蜷缩着入睡，她在等她的湖底女士回来，十年如一日她从未放弃过，她告诉世人爱不会被时间和死亡冲刷。她是全世界最善良的湖底女士，她害怕伤害自己的爱人选择沉睡湖底，她每天都来到熟睡的爱人身旁，却未曾现身，她不想给她无谓的希望，她默默的守护她，从此湖底女士的执念不再是漫步在布莱，而是每天回到她的爱人身旁，即使她的记忆她的面庞会被湖水冲刷，她依然记得她们的家，依然记得她的爱人，虽然她不曾见过她，但是她们的爱从未消失。 Jamie说，每天都会很煎熬而且不会变轻松，经过一段时间以后，你会发现一些生活中琐碎的时刻、片段，让你想起她，你会哭几个小时，但这些仍然是她留给你的。是啊，从此没有了她连她留下的回忆，连回忆她的时候的伤心哭泣都是珍贵的，因为是她留下的，她们将爱演绎的淋漓尽致，没有世俗没有纷争，有的只是两个深爱的人努力一起走下去，连死亡都没有将他们分开，这就是一生所爱的人吧，希望我们每个人都能遇见自己的一生所爱。

前面的剧情都不太记得了，就记得小女孩的甜美嗓音和perfectly splendid，以及女主的刚和善良。

后面几集就开始交代剧情，一集一个人（鬼）的故事。到第8集的时候画风全变，感觉水准飙升，时时被拉住注意力，而且旁白真的太美好了，一言一语地诉说着庄园的故事，有爱有恨精彩绝伦，姐姐的占有欲和掌控欲不仅会使自己在乎的人覆灭更会反作用自己。感觉妹妹打开箱子挺现实的，姐姐欲望也太庞大，不仅什么都要圈在自己的地盘里，还都得如她所愿，甚至能掐s妹妹真的绝了。（妹妹的鬼魂也是一次都没有出现在庄园里过）姐姐简直就是我得不到的就要全部毁灭的典型。

最后一集，真的再次拔高全剧水准。甚至安利的时候可以说只用看第一集和最后两集就够了，前面除了女主戏份也就小Isabel值得看，小演员的台词和演技都太绝了，到位不含糊，精准又有美感加成。

女主被拖上楼的时候我就想笑了，这生命力哈哈哈跟peter完全不一样，包括isabel的亲爹，掐3秒就没了。令人感动的善良还有isabel救了女主，女主清醒过后爬去救isabel，太饱满的善良了。女主说its you的时候，我觉得很正常呀，很多事情就是毫无逻辑的，突然一股情绪就是要脱口而出，被附身了。包括姐姐的重力使所有人事物都脱离不了庄园是一模一样的科学理论。

话说it‘s a love story，园丁无论什么时候都会支持女主守护女主，而且真的太会说话了，都能巧妙又不失幽默地点到关键部分，给女主坚定的力量。在女主迷失自己的时候，园丁毫不犹豫地说你去哪儿我都陪你，即使那个地方是万丈深渊，她都如此坚定。呜呜呜，最后一起成功去了美国。

“过一天是一天”，几天过去了，几个月过去了，几年过去了。魔鬼终于敲响铃铛，女主一方面是害怕自己灵魂被湮没，另一方面是害怕自己对园丁的生命有威胁，于是远走。我相信在手放到园丁熟睡脖子清醒的那一刻，女主肯定也是动用了很强大的意志吧。

园丁义无反顾地冲去庄园，看着她勇敢的背影，真的好好哭。坚定地走入水里，用力潜入水里的身影，看见女主的那一刻呜呜呜，女主不会带走她，永远都不会。

园丁回到家，努力试图在浴缸里放水看见女主，试图在各种水的倒影中找到女主，甚至给门留了条缝，这几个微小的习惯，带有寓意和愿望的动作，一做就是几十年，半辈子。她在等她，她却一直在身边守护她，没有走。这就是爱情永恒的样子吧，真是太好哭了，呜呜呜it‘s a perfectly splendid love story。

本人非常喜欢第8集关于Viola的盘白，文学功底深厚，此文作部分摘选，仅供欣赏

She would sleep.

She would wake.

She would walk.

She would sleep.

She would wake.

She would walk.

And time went by, how much time, it was impossible to reason.

Sleeping

Walking

Walking

And in time, as we all do, she admitted all. She admitted she was dead. She admitted her husband had moved on. She admitted her daughter was growing without her. And she admitted her room was a dream, a construct, a lie preferred, to the truth of the trunk.

But there waited for her, at the end of this purgatory, a reward in the knowledge that one day, the door would open. One day, the locks would see their keys, and, one day, Isabel would open her mother’s trunk and claim her rewards. Both of their rewards.

And day after day, night after night, an ocean of time, the moment finally came. When she beheld her husband, she saw not the changes wrought of time, only his sadness. only that. And so, overwhelmed, she slept and waited.

They buried Lady Perdita, and set about forging a new life. The business was empty, the manor was lost. If not in law, in spirit.

They would move away from here, sell the manor and find a quieter life, a smaller one, made only for two of them. The two of they, and also, Viola.

At least, at least, she’d be with them both. Her husband, her daughter. No matter if she couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t hear her. No matter. She’d be with them, and that was all that mattered.

They were leaving Bly, leaving most of what remained of their belongings. Her reward for all these years of isolation, for all the ache in her tired heart.

But Arthur had grown a superstitious man, and had seen the horror on Perdita’s lifeless face.

His superstition defied reason, but felt confident all the same. Whatever curse had claimed his second wife, he would not risk his daughter to its icy fingers. His daughter, or anyone else.

The final insult of being cast to the swampy depths, while her daughter would grow to womanhood. This absolute abandonment. It shattered Viola’s heart.

The feeling of being pulled towards some other place, some realm beyond, had faded in the years since her death, but now she rejected it outright. With every ounce of her considerable will, as when she was sick, and against all probability, Viola would not go. The eldest of Willoughby’s daughters, once lady of Lloyd of Bly, remained, some would whisper, by stubbornness alone.The pull of that next world ignored, she instead made her own gravity, gravity of will, that would change the terrain of Bly Manor forever.

And once again, she would sleep. She would wake. And she would walk. As if woken from a nightmare, she would walk back to her home, feeling each time that it is a dream. Feeling that if she walked to her bedroom, to the room she once shared with her husband, her infant daughter, that perhaps the nightmare would abate, that she could simply slip into the warmth of blankets and nestle herself to the bosom of her family, waiting for her all this time. And she’d stare at that empty bed, and Viola would remember. And the remembering itself was injury anew. Her heart would shatter anew, burning in her bosom, a searing ache that she hoped would be quenched by the cold, muddy waters of her new manor, her new home.

Thus, she would sleep, and she would forget. Having forgotten, she would wake. She would walk. How many nights, how many walks, she could no longer count.

Her attention lay only ahead, only on the bed that was her goal, and on the daughter she believed, each time she woke, would be waiting her there. She didn’t even realize that a decade had passed, not even realize, after an outbreak of plague in the village, that the empty manor had become a quarantine for the coughing death that ravaged her former community.

“Where is she?” Viola asked.

“What are you doing in here? It isn’t safe. You mustn’t be in this wing without protection.” said the plague doctor.

“Where?”

As the plague doctor died, so he was immediately forgotten, and a strange phenomenon occurred. Her gravity, it seemed, her invented gravity that held her to the grounds, that kept her in purgatory, it would hold others, too.

She would sleep, and as happens when one dreams, she would forget. And having forgotten, she would wake. She would walk.

Viola faintly noticed her own attempted exorcism. And alas, poor vicar, the second person to find himself in Viola’s path.

She would sleep, forget, and forget, and forget. And with the forgetting, an ailment altogether monstrous.

All things fade. All things. Flesh, stone, even stars themselves. Time takes all things. It is the way of the world. The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. Everything yields to time, even the soul.

Wake, walk, forget even more. Her name, forgotten. Her sister’s name, forgotten. As her memories left her, so, too, her face.

So little did she remember, that one night, she found a child in her daughter’s old bed, and could not remember who she had been hoping to see. She had only the faint notion that she’d walked this far hoping to find a child, and here was a child. It must be the child whom she’d sought. It must.

She would sleep, and fade, and fade. And others, too. Those souls held in her orbit, those unfortunates trapped in the gravity well she had made of Bly Manor. They were fading as well.

The eldest of Willoughby’s daughters, once Lady Lloyd of Bly, now just a thought, just a feeling, not a women at all, not a person at all, nor a name or face. Just need, need, and loneliness, and rage.

Her fate was a nightmare. A fate that befell all trapped at Bly. A fate that befell Viola’s once sister, now forgotten in the attic. Unaware that she’d ever had a sister at all, to murder, or be murdered by. A fate that befell anyone unfortunate enough to step into her habitual path. A fate that befell a poor valet, so many years later. A fate that befell even those who died of other causes at Bly, who found themselves in the grips of Viola’s gravity, even if never in the grip of her icy hands.No hope for anyone with the sad misfortune to die on the grounds of Bly. No hope for the victims of Bly, be the victims of fate, of vice, or disease, or of each other.

我是个很宽容的鬼片观众，基本上，只要一部鬼片里头出现了鬼，我就可。 但是这个片子，真的不可。 因为“人”真的太多了。 故事中的每个人都好似背后有着诸多隐情，他们的每个举动都像是另有目的，太多纷繁复杂没头没脑的线索，太多莫名其妙环环相扣的细节，太多模棱两可似有深意的对话，将你的好奇心煽动至最高点。 但它们最终都指向一个无意义的结局，让所有精巧的设计都沦为笑话，让前面认真观看记录细节试图推敲故事真相的你显得无比愚蠢。 并且，因为这种故弄玄虚，人物对话变得异常复杂和意识流，几乎没有什么日常性的话语，每个人说话都要迂回婉转，节律起伏如同朗诵诗句，其中押韵隐喻一个不缺，从还是个孩子的小女孩到灰头土脸的园丁，从黑人女管家到来自新大陆的女教师，每个人都像莎士比亚附身一样，张口就是十四行诗，所有日常生活的话语都以诗性的语言和韵律娓娓道来，尤其是黑人女管家，简直是把优雅刻在了骨子里，一举一动极其神秘和富有魅力。 但是她事实上只是个高级女仆，在整个故事里基本什么作用也不起，甚至最后说她早就死了，我都感觉莫名其妙，硬是看不出她是死是活有什么区别——这甚至没耽误她点蜡烛和擦地！ 那之前她那么多的戏份和台词，到底有什么用？ 而且这个疑问几乎可以用在每个角色身上，折腾一大圈，你还是几乎搞不清楚所有人都在这个故事里起到了什么作用，那样长篇大论讲述的关于他们的背景故事，和这个鬼庄园有什么关系，那些感情，那些痛苦，对鬼，对庄园，对他们相互之间有什么影响——好像它们根本就互不相干，毫无影响。 然后他们居然还在互相打哑谜，进一步加深观众一头雾水的感觉，你看着他们用复杂的词汇和长句进行难以理解的对话，既不能理解他们对话的意思，也不能明白他们对话的目的，更不知道为什么要拍出这种东西，最大的疑惑是，自己到底为啥要看它？ 等看到结局，直接怀疑人生，感觉这里的人随时随地都会发情，根本预料不到他们的感情线，也预料不到故事的发展，一切毫无逻辑，稀里糊涂就结束了。 就好像孔雀开屏，正面看花团锦簇，看到最后就是个屁股。

她忽略了另一个世界的引力，相反，她产生了自身的重力，意志的引力，将永远改变布莱庄园的地形。再一次地，她会睡去，她会醒来，她会走动，就像从噩梦中醒来一样，她会走回自己的家，每次都感觉这是一场梦，她觉得如果走进卧室，走进曾经与丈夫和女儿同住的房间，也许噩梦就会消失，她可以直接躺进温暖的毯子依偎在家人的怀抱里，他们一直等着她。而她盯着那张空床… 薇奥拉会回忆起来，回忆本身就是再次伤害。在她的胸膛里燃烧，她希望用新庄园的冰冷泥水扑灭这种灼烧的疼痛，这是她的新家。这样她就会睡着，她会忘记，忘记以后，她会醒来，她会走动。多少个夜晚，多少次走动，她已数不清了。她的注意力只在前面，只在那张床上，那是她的目标。每次她醒来都相信，女儿会在那边等着她。她甚至没有意识到十年已经过去了，她也没有意识到在村里爆发瘟疫后，这座空荡荡的庄园成了隔离所用以治疗致命的咳嗽，这种疾病席卷了她从前的社区。而她的重力，似乎是她造就的重力，把她留在了庄园，让她待在自己的炼狱中，也把其他人留在庄园里。她会睡去，一个人做梦的时候，她就会忘记，而忘记之后，她会醒来，她会走动。薇奥拉隐约注意到，她有驱邪的念头。她会睡去，忘记一切，这种遗忘完全是可怕的疾病，所有的东西都会消失，所有东西，肉体、石头，甚至是星星 时间带走了一切，这是世界的规律。往事会淡忘，记忆会消失，精神也是如此。一切都会屈服于时间，甚至是灵魂。醒来，走动，忘却更多记忆，忘记她的名字，忘记她妹妹的名字，她的脸也随之而去。她不太记得清了… 一晚上她看到床上有个小女孩，却不记得她一直想见的人是谁，她只有模糊的念头，她走了这么远，是希望带走一个孩子。这里有个孩子，肯定就是她要找的那个孩子，肯定是的。她会睡去，她会消失，消失再消失。其他人也如此，那些灵魂留在她的轨道上，那些不幸的人，在她用布莱庄园打造的重力场中，他们也在逐渐消失。曾经布莱庄园的女主人薇奥拉，现在只是一律思绪，一种感觉，根本不是女人，根本不是人，没有名字，没有面孔。只有需求，需求，和孤独，还有愤怒。她的命运是一场噩梦。这种命运降临于困在布莱庄园的所有人身上，也降临在薇奥拉曾经的妹妹身上，她现在被遗忘在阁楼上，完全没有意识到她曾经有个姐姐想要杀人或被人杀。这种命运降临在任何不幸的人身上，只要他们步入了她常走的路。命运降临在其他意外死在布莱庄园的人，他们发现自己被她忽略了另一个世界的引力，相反，她产生了自身的重力，意志的引力，将永远改变布莱庄园的地形。再一次地，她会睡去，她会醒来，她会走动，就像从噩梦中醒来一样，她会走回自己的家，每次都感觉这是一场梦，她觉得如果走进卧室，走进曾经与丈夫和女儿同住的房间，也许噩梦就会消失，她可以直接躺进温暖的毯子依偎在家人的怀抱里，他们一直等着她。而她盯着那张空床… 薇奥拉会回忆起来，回忆本身就是再次伤害。在她的胸膛里燃烧，她希望用新庄园的冰冷泥水扑灭这种灼烧的疼痛，这是她的新家。这样她就会睡着，她会忘记，忘记以后，她会醒来，她会走动。多少个夜晚，多少次走动，她已数不清了。她的注意力只在前面，只在那张床上，那是她的目标。每次她醒来都相信，女儿会在那边等着她。她甚至没有意识到十年已经过去了，她也没有意识到在村里爆发瘟疫后，这座空荡荡的庄园成了隔离所用以治疗致命的咳嗽，这种疾病席卷了她从前的社区。而她的重力，似乎是她造就的重力，把她留在了庄园，让她待在自己的炼狱中，也把其他人留在庄园里。她会睡去，一个人做梦的时候，她就会忘记，而忘记之后，她会醒来，她会走动。薇奥拉隐约注意到，她有驱邪的念头。她会睡去，忘记一切，这种遗忘完全是可怕的疾病，所有的东西都会消失，所有东西，肉体、石头，甚至是星星 时间带走了一切，这是世界的规律。往事会淡忘，记忆会消失，精神也是如此。一切都会屈服于时间，甚至是灵魂。醒来，走动，忘却更多记忆，忘记她的名字，忘记她妹妹的名字，她的脸也随之而去。她不太记得清了… 一晚上她看到床上有个小女孩，却不记得她一直想见的人是谁，她只有模糊的念头，她走了这么远，是希望带走一个孩子。这里有个孩子，肯定就是她要找的那个孩子，肯定是的。她会睡去，她会消失，消失再消失。其他人也如此，那些灵魂留在她的轨道上，那些不幸的人，在她用布莱庄园打造的重力场中，他们也在逐渐消失。曾经布莱庄园的女主人薇奥拉，现在只是一律思绪，一种感觉，根本不是女人，根本不是人，没有名字，没有面孔。只有需求，需求，和孤独，还有愤怒。她的命运是一场噩梦。这种命运降临于困在布莱庄园的所有人身上，他们发现自己被薇奥拉的重力所控制，即使永远不会被她冰冷的双手所掌控。任何不幸死在布莱庄园的人，他们都没有希望。布莱庄园的受害者没有希望，无论他们是命运的受害者，罪行的受害者，疾病的受害者，还是彼此的受害者。

《鬼庄园》是单独一季的剧集，与其他剧集并无情节关联。

官网截图

官网介绍为“哥特式浪漫剧集”，此前的简介是“ 这个哥特式浪漫鬼故事改编自亨利·詹姆斯的作品，出自《鬼入侵》的创剧人之手 ”。

这不是个鬼故事，而是个爱情故事，看完就会明白。

对原著感兴趣的，请看亨利·詹姆斯的《螺丝在拧紧》

《螺丝在拧紧》

附上《螺丝在拧紧》的英文有声书

一本中篇小说要改编成九集电视剧，内容未免不够丰富，除了书中原有情节，还要添加诸多元素：

杰塞尔小姐的名字叫丽贝卡，顿时让人想起黑白老片《蝴蝶梦》，同样也有阴森森的大宅子、严肃的女管家，还有在小说开始即已死去的女主人丽贝卡。

有趣的是，薇奥拉也把自己的大幅油画挂在墙上。

娃娃屋是恐怖片的宠儿，这个定制的昂贵娃娃屋更是暗藏玄机。

恐怖娃娃屋

至于剧中的感人爱情，倘若让洞悉女性心理的亨利·詹姆斯看了，不知作何感想。

开头讲故事的女人是谁？第九集会揭晓谜底

湖中无脸女鬼的身世？直接看第八集

简略的时间线（严重剧透）：

1680年 薇奥拉去世

1686年 珀迪塔去世

1984年 弗洛拉五岁 发现夏洛特和亨利的私情

1985年 弗洛拉六岁生日 收到娃娃屋

多米尼克和亨利摊牌 此后夏洛特和多米尼克在印度车祸身亡

1986年 丽贝卡求职 与昆特相恋

昆特卷走25万英镑 丽贝卡投入湖中死去

1987年 伦敦 丹妮求职 此时迈尔斯十岁 弗洛拉八岁 故事开始...

2007年 北加利福尼亚 弗洛拉结婚 杰米讲故事

每集中隐藏的各种梗：

第一集 很棒的好地方

开头诡异的歌声来自1961年改编《无辜的人》(The Innocents)的插曲

作为本剧的主题曲，后面还会出现，歌词暗指杰米和丹妮的结局。

We lay my love and I,

Beneath the weeping willow.

But now alone I lie,

And weep beside the tree

Singing ‘o Willow Waly’,

By the tree that weeps with me.

Singing ‘o Willow Waly’,

Till my lover returns to me.

We lay my love and I,

Beneath the weeping willow.

But now alone I lie,

Oh, Willow I die.

Oh, Willow I die.

我和我的爱人

躺在哭泣的柳树下

如今只剩我一人

躺在柳树旁哭泣

唱着“哦 伤心的柳树”

柳树也跟着我流泪

唱着“哦 伤心的柳树”

直到爱人回到我身旁

我和我的爱人

躺在哭泣的柳树下

如今只剩我一人

哦 柳树 我将死去

哦 柳树 我将死去

重力井

重力井是围绕某个天体的引力场，这条线索将在第八集挑明。

第二集 学童

牧师在课堂上讲解三本福音的不同，内容颇有意味：

那里有一大群猪在山上吃食 污鬼就央求耶稣说 求你打发我们往猪群里 附着猪去 耶稣准了他们 污鬼就出来 进入猪里去 于是那群猪闯下山崖 投在湖里淹死了

牧师让迈尔斯读的段落

《约翰福音16：22》

So you now indeed have sorrow, but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy, no man shall take from you.

现在你们也有忧愁 但我要再见你们 你们的心就会喜乐 你们的喜乐是没有人能够夺去的

第三集 两张面孔（上）

肯辛顿的定制服装店和豪车车标，表明了主人的身份。

而彼得·昆特出场的插曲是 Tainted Love, Soft Cell 乐队80年代的版本，歌词如下

Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain you drive in the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I run from you This tainted love you've given I'll give you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not nearly all Tainted love, oh Tainted love

Now I know I've got to Run away I've got to Get away You don't really want any more from me To make things right Need someone to hold you tight And you'll think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way

歌词恰好印证了昆特与丽贝卡的故事

第四集 来时路

开头的插曲是 Steve Winwood版本的Higher Love，发行于1986年（一年后，丹妮来到伦敦应聘）

Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love (oh oh) Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?

Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and it's real to me There must be someone who's feeling for me（一定有人对我有感觉）

歌词映射出丹妮对higher love的渴望，也为后面两人分手做了铺垫

第五集 死者的祭坛

汉娜在面试欧文时提到了《楼上楼下》（1971年BBC版）

两处引用莎士比亚的名句：

《罗密欧与朱丽叶》

The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. And in its taste confounds the appetite.

最甜的蜂蜜 尝起来也最腻人 反而败坏了食欲（此处指昆特与丽贝卡的爱情）

《哈姆雷特》

To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

睡着了 睡着了也许还会做梦 阻碍就在这儿 因为在那死亡的睡眠里 当我们摆脱了腐朽的皮囊 将要做些什么梦（这一集的戏眼）

第八集 旧衣的浪漫

这一集的内容来自亨利·詹姆斯的短篇小说《旧衣罗曼史》The Romance of Certain Old Clothes，讲述威洛比家族的轶事，虽然情节有所改动，内核还是个诡异的哥特式鬼故事。

牧师让薇奥拉念祈祷文，薇奥拉不肯念的那段：

《新约：约翰福音》

I go, and prepare a place for you. And I will come again, and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may also be

我如果去为你们预备了地方 就会再来 接你们到我那里去 好使我在哪里 你们也在哪里

还有一段拉丁语的祈祷文，貌似没有配字幕

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, amen. Prínceps glorisistima cæléstis milítiæ, Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde...

以圣父、圣子和圣灵之名，阿门，天军之君大天使米迦勒保护我们...

第九集 丛林猛兽

在《白色圣诞节》中，主人公踏上了前往佛蒙特州的旅途，而丹妮和杰米也选择在那里生活

佛蒙特州

丹妮和杰米看的电影是奥黛丽·赫本1954年主演的《龙凤配》

《龙凤配》

欧文开的餐馆叫做“A BATTER PLACE”(面糊美地），这是他从前对汉娜说过的话

A BATTER PLACE

结尾插曲是Sheryl Crow的I Shall Believe，歌词如下：

Come to me now And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe

Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key

Never again Would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love…

歌词真是应时应景，与画面搭配得perfectly splendid!

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