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　　咖啡茶座的音乐岛上，静雪走到钢琴旁坐下，试了试琴音，弹起那首荡气回肠的爱尔兰民谣。随着琴声她轻轻歌唱，周墨伫立一旁静静聆听，缠绵的琴曲和歌声令他的思绪飘远，想起很多年前，也有这么一个人喜欢弹这首曲子。

　　Oh ,Danny boy, the pipes the pipes are calling from glen to glen

　　and down the mountain side.

　　The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying.

　　Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.

　　But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,

　　or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.

　　Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

　　Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!

　　And if you come, when all the flowers are dying,

　　if I am dead, as dead I well may be,

　　I pray that you will find the place where I am lying ,<b