映红的夕阳也许预示着你将要离去 ，追寻自己的生活 。看着飞机缓缓起飞，渐渐没入云端，遥望着它飞去的方向 ，我的眼泪也不经意间缓缓滴落，眼前好似迷雾，渐渐的看它消失在云端。漂浮的白云随着你飞去的方向缓缓飘去 ，就当是我在万米高空送你的最后一程。正如徐志摩先生的再别康桥中所述：寻梦？撑一支长篙，向青草更青处漫溯， 满载一船星辉，在星辉斑斓里放歌 。 但我不能放歌 ，悄悄是别离的笙箫； 夏虫也为我沉默，沉默是今晚的康桥。好想放歌缓解你离去而压抑的心情，但是我不能。因为歌声中好似也因为你的离开而回荡着满是自己的悲伤与不舍 。
走了 ，而且很远、很远，也许你还会回到这片热土，但那时可能我们早已步入而立之年 ，早已各自有了一个小而不失温暖的窝，如果那时候在有缘相见不知道我们各自都会怀着何种心情。也许永远不会再回来，让一段美好 ，永远尘封在各自的记忆里，静静走在灯火通明的街上，回忆着过去的点点滴滴 ，不时傻傻的笑起，想起第一次相遇是如此滑稽。回忆中夹杂着幸福 、悲伤与关于你一切的点点滴滴。
你走了，不但带走了云彩、带走了映红的夕阳，而且也带走了我的心 。因为你的离去突然间觉得心里好像少了点什么 ，空虚的除了只有你的点点滴滴外，好像所有东西都随着你消失到云霄。
不知道我的这颗心什么时候你才会还给我，但是我多么希望永远都不会还给我 ，但是这好像就像你和我，不可能，永远不可能 ，所以我也知道这颗心迟早要回来，只能留下三分之一尘封到彼此的记忆中，当做回忆。而且只能是回忆 ，没有半点爱可言，因为所有的爱随着时间逝去，都会导入到剩下的三分之二的心中 ，而是三分之二是留给我未来的那个她 。
抬头长长的吸一口空气，看着满天的星星，突然觉得其实自己并不孤单，最起码还有如此多、数以万计的星斗陪着我。留下最后一滴泪 ，你不会看到我的眼泪，因为我不想你流泪，所以必须坚强的看着你离去 ，而现在我的最后一滴泪留给星空，这是我和它的秘密。
这最后一滴泪也预示着你我美好的过去埋藏在如星空浩瀚的内心深处，不会让任何人寻到 ，因为不想看到有人伤心 、难过也不想让自己在陷入内心的纠结之中 。
The sun sunset may indicate that you will leave and pursue your life. Looking at the plane slowly flying, gradually did not enter the cloud, looking at the direction of it, my tears slowly slowly dripped, and it was like a fog, gradually saw it disappeared in the cloud. Floating Baiyun slowly floating with the direction you fly, just send your last rule at the high altitude of Million. As Xu Zhima's thoughts are said in Kangqiao: see a dream? Support a long-awaited, more green to grass, full of a boat, and sing songs in the stars. But I can't sing songs, quietly 笙; the summer fmer is also silent for me, and silence is the Kangqiao tonight. I want to sing songs to alleviate your mood you leave, but I can't. Because the songs are like it is also because you leave, you are full of sadness and not.
Going, and far, far, maybe you will return to this hot soil, but then we may have already entered the year, have already had a small And there is no warm nest, if you don't know what we are in the same time. Maybe never come back, let a good, always dust in your own memory, quietly walking on the street of the lights, recalling the bits of the past, laughing silly from time to time, think of the first meeting So funny. Memory is mixed with happiness, sadness with some bites about you.
You gone, not only took the cloud, took away the sun sunset, and also took my heart. Because your departure suddenly thinks, there is a little bit, which is empty, except for you, it seems that everything disappears with you.
I don't know when I am here, but I hope that I will always give it to me, but it seems like you and me, no It may never be possible, so I also know that this heart is coming back, I can only leave one-third of the dust into each other's memory, when doing memories. And it can only be memories, there is no other love, because all love will pass away, will import the remaining two-thirds of the heart, but two-thirds are the future of her future.
Headed up long sucking a mouth of air, looking at the stars in the sky,Suddenly I feel that I am not alone, at least there are so many things, do tens of thousands of stars accompany me. Leave the last drop, you won't see my tears, because I don't want you to cry, so you must look at you, and now my last tears leave it to the starry sky, this is my secret.
This last tear also predicted that your wonderful past is buried in the deep heart of the starry sky, will not let anyone find it, because I don't want to see someone sad, sad I don't want to let myself fall into the inner entanglement.
The last tear can only be left to the starry sky.
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