手机突兀地响了起来,只瞥了一眼那个号码,是她曾经十分熟悉过的。除了爸妈和她自己的手机号,她只记得这个人的号码,很久以前她还是个少女的时候,每天要打上好几遍,无聊起来,明明有存过这个号,还是一个数字一个数字地输进去,然后再听一听那边飘来的嘟嘟嘟的声音。被挂掉,偏执地再打……漫长的等待里,她练就了耐心,但也慢慢地冷却了那份心。她猜得到时隔几年这人难得会再联系自己的用意,克制不住地要反胃了,狠狠地按掉。再响,再按……好像在咬牙切齿地揉碎花朵一般,一切都反过来了。音乐在这时已经唱到了《Sands of time》:
Seasons come and seasons go Here I wait for something to be Try to get as much as I can see Hungry for life But Have you see the sands of time Every day is a moment in past Every heartbeat a step to my last I won't survive I don't know what time is made to be If it is a friend or enemy or does it only run Run to set and end