"Sing me another song." June nights are always so boring, just like people's moods.
"Okay" he replied almost without hesitation, his fingers plucked the strings of the guitar again.
"Can you get closer, can you go in a little further?
To satisfy my little vanity...
If you don't know where to go tomorrow..."
He didn't continue singing, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
"Why don't you sing?"
"Forgot the lyrics."
"It sounds nice. What's your name?"
"I don't remember, just pick one up."
"Not good!"
He didn't reply, just nodded to indicate he understood.
Philosophy: Lovers may not always get married