“那我的生日礼物是什么？”

杨嘉韵没有回答，只是等她从书房出来的时候，她的肩上挂着一把吉他。凌诊晴的眼睛瞬间亮了，她两手紧紧相握，不敢置信地看着杨嘉韵坐到自己面前的茶几上，她轻声道，“杨嘉韵……”

杨嘉韵朝她做了一个噤声的动作，她调了音，拿着拨片轻轻地配着和弦轻声唱道，“hey, good morning, babe. Do you know how much I love you. When the train travling acrossing the mountain, the valley, I looked into your eyes. I saw the happiness, the joy, the fire I would love to die for. When you sleep like a baby on this running train, I remembered the wish you had, travling around the world. I am willing to go to the end of world with you. Babe, that's how much I love you.”

“hey babe,do you know how much I love you. I want to say good morning to you, not just today, but everyday. I also want to say good evening, good noon, good day, good everything to you everyday. I want to see the smile on your face,when you happy, when you shy. I want to kiss you, when you sleep, when you awake,when you celebrating, when you sad. Babe, that's how much I love you.”