Rosy red, always in the blink of an eye, a few pieces fall.
Coincidence of scenery, always in a turn, changed the sky. A moment, a moment, you to me, I to you, can't see, can't see.
Disappear in an hour, emerge in a moment. A body and a bone made of clay, a grievance made of iron. Stay after all, waiting for the illusion of dress up.
Perhaps that is the best, with a little intoxicated, a feeling, tell today, tell tomorrow, remember forever.
玫瑰色的红, 总在一眨眼, 落下几片。
巧合的景致, 总在一转弯, 变了云天。 几许瞬间, 几许瞬间, 你对我, 我对你, 看不见, 看不见。
在刹那时消失, 在忽然处浮现。 用泥塑成的身骨, 用铁铸就的哀怨。 到底还是停留, 等待着幻觉的装扮。
也许那样是最好, 用一点点陶醉、 一丝感觉, 告诉今天, 告诉明天, 记住永远。
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