来的外国朋友们唱一首fairy tale，music 起”陈天星撵陈天燕几人下台，换一把木吉他接着报幕，楚晨雪却去钢琴边坐好。
“fairy tale谎言童话”汪芳和迟丽她们嘀咕着。
钢琴想起，夹杂这鼓声，很有韵味，陈天星的吉他手很轻，似乎在窃窃私语，刚才的一阵嘈杂热烈的说唱后，突然来一段柔情，饭厅内顿时安静下来，都凝神静听。
“in that misty morning when i saw your smiling face
在那个薄雾清晨，我看到你微笑的脸庞
you only looked at me and i was yours
只那一眼，你便将我俘虏
but when i turned around
可在我转身时
you were nowhere to be seen
你却无迹可寻
you had walked away and closed the door
你已离去，大门已紧