在河流的尽头， 我想轻轻地依偎在你的身边 听那河水涓涓 看那鳞波点点 还有多少缘在指尖？ 也许风儿轻轻 也许浪花平平 清风细浪像那倒挂的天 心儿在天上悬 你的名字啊，我使劲念， 一遍，一遍，。。。 直到风儿累了，闭上眼 听说有一条路叫黄泉 路上没有灯，也没有危险 我还能找个阴雨天 悄悄溜到你的窗前 陪你说说阳世阴间 《Where the river ends》是一本很不错的书。如果我想把喜欢的句子划下来，那么，除了出版信息，这本书恐怕不会有什么“干净”的地方了。随便抄写几行： On the outside, everything had been taken. Abbie's professional life, her beauty, the welcoming softness of her bosom, the rounded curves, the confident smile. But that was just the external stuff. We could live without that. What about the stuff you couldn't see? Her unbridled passion for life, her intimate desire for me, her childlike hope in pretty much anything, her incomparable dreams. Abbie was a shell of her former self. A feeble skeleton dresses in a ghost's clothing. The only thing left was time. I'm no sage. I don't pretend to have this all figured out, but I know this: some live well, some die well,but few love love well. Why? I don't know if I can answer that. We all live, we all die -- there is no get-out-of -jail-free card, but it's the part in between that matters. To love well...that's something else. It's a choosing -- something done again and again and again. No matter what. And in my experience, if you so choose, you better be willing to suffer hell.