也许我们不应该走到一起，每一年只有短暂的相聚 。当岁月被蹉跎了十年以后 ，所有的一切仿佛被蒸发之后的浪花，再怎么激荡，也找不到曾经娇艳时的感觉。
也许我们不应该一起走去 ，每一次都是看到候车室里从不会都得背影。当眼神里不再含情脉脉，所有的一切似乎平静里的窒息，再怎么呼吸 ，也听不到过去心动是的跳动 。
我不知道再该用什么表情来宣泄自己苦涩的心痛，躺在没有自己的床上 ，好像总有种失魂落魄的孤独绝望，后来终于懂得了那种孤寂原来只是空幻的，或许只有梦境才能真正找到答案 ，为什么失去以后才真正的输。
天空永远是那片天空，十年，只把岁月蹉跎 ，却不曾因为任何而改变那种早已厌倦的蓝色，还是那片天空，十年 ，把岁月蹉跎以后，支撑不住的等待的累，却把心带走给了远方的一条并不清澈的河流，真的很难保证那些被撕毁以后的写满真情的废话 ，会不会最终找到大海作为它们永恒的归宿 。
草地永远是那片草地，十年，只把岁月蹉跎 ，却不曾因为任何而改变那种早已无奈的绿色，还是那片草地，十年 ，把岁月蹉跎以后，压抑不住的等待的泪，却不能把心中的干涸滋润 ，也不能改变辛酸的味道，真的很难估计那些只会流淌在脸颊上的被遗忘以后的弟弟真情的秘密还要为付出保留多少时间，它们的归宿永远不会是远方的那片只停留在梦中的大海 ，根本无法忘记。
The years of the ten years
Maybe we should not come together, only a short relative in every year. When the years were taken for ten years, all everything seems to be evaporated, how to stir again, and can't find a feeling of gratitude.
Maybe we should not go together, every time it is seen that there will never be back in the waiting room. When the eyes are no longer included, all everything seems to be asphyxia in calm, and then breathing, can't hear the treasure of the past.
I don't know what speech should be used to adjust my depressed emotions. I am going to have a unable to determine the uneasiness. I finally understood the kind. Uneasome is just excessive, maybe only the sky can explain clear, why is it long-lasting discrete.
I don't know what expression should I use to vent my bitter heartache, lying in my bed, seems to have a loneliness of the soul, and finally understand the kind of lonely It turned out to be essential, perhaps only dreams can really find the answer, why is it really lost in the future.
The sky is always the sky, ten years, only the years, but never changed the blue, or that sky, ten years, After the years, I couldn't support the waiting, but I gave my heart to a clear river. It is really difficult to guarantee that those who have been filled with true feelings after being torn, will never finally find the sea. As the eternal destination.
The grass will always be the grass, ten years, only the years, but never changed the kind of green, or the grass, ten years, After the lack of the waiting tears, can't make dry moisturizing in your heart, and you can't change the taste of your sour, it is really difficult to estimate the secret of the younger brother who will only flow in the cheek. How much time is paid, their destination will never be the sea in the distant dreams, and they cannot forget.
The years of the ten years, waiting, nothing, no more, no more than ten years old, and finally put the dream and heart together, I didn't dare to remember. Memory, in the end, I still want to pin the dream and my heart, I can't rely on it.
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