最漫长的那一夜（出书版） 第45节

of my heart

No summer's high

No warm July

No harvest moon to light one tender August night

No autumn breeze

no wedding saturday within the

month of June

But what it is

Is something true

Made up of these three words that

No falling leaves

No even time for birds to fly

to southern skies

No libra sun

No Halloween

I must say to you

I just called to say I love you

I just called to say how much I care

I just called to say I love you

And I mean it from the bottom