尘缘若梦尘緣若夢 ) 愁痕满地无人省,露湿琅玕影。 薄情转是多情累,曲曲柔肠碎。 夜里,黑暗覆盖着左手,左手

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(原创作者:尘緣若夢 )

愁痕满地无人省,露湿琅玕影 。
薄情转是多情累 ,曲曲柔肠碎。

夜里,黑暗覆盖着左手,左手覆盖着右手。指尖传来些许冰凉 。

我可以忘掉回忆,让这段感情的记忆只剩开头和结尾,。

可是我无法忘掉你,不知什么时候你的一切早已就象一个烙印烙在我的心底, 时刻提醒我,我依然爱着你。

很多事情,在刚刚开始就已经注定了是什么结局; 很多故事,因为是悲剧结尾所以才美丽得让人难忘. 。原来爱到飞蛾扑火是种堕落 。

也许 ,有的人,注定是有的人的劫数。

 

只是去年秋,如何泪欲流。
无处不伤心 ,轻尘在玉琴 。

许多往事在眼前一幕一幕 ,变的那麽模糊。曾经那麽坚信的,那麽执着的,其实什麽都没有 ,什麽都不是...

突然发现自己很傻,傻的不行。我发誓,我笑了 ,笑的泪水模糊了双眼 。笑我这麽傻,总在重复着一些伤害。却还一直傻傻的期待。

似乎习惯了等待,单纯的以为等待就会到来 。等待那份不知能否到来的幸福。

走着走着 ,就累了,回忆都淡了;回头发现,你不见了 ,突然我乱了。

 

尘满疏帘素带飘,真成暗度可怜宵 。
几回偷拭青衫泪,忽傍犀奁见翠翘。

一生至少该有一次 ,为了某个人而忘了自己 ,不求有结果,不求同行,不求曾经拥有 ,甚至不求你爱我,只求在我最美的年华里,遇到你。

其实我盼望的 ,也不过就只是那一瞬 。

我也从没要求过,你给我你的一生 。那么,在长久的一生 ,只要有回首时,那短短的一瞬。

和花香一样,还是淡一点的比较好 ,越淡的香气越使人依恋,也越能持久。

谢谢你这么执著的对我 。也许我不是你一切的一切,每天的每天 ,但决不是你生命的负担。

我不能拥有的太多、一切都只是幻想罢了。 我的心 ,这只野鸟,在你的眼睛里找到了天空 。


箜篌别后谁能鼓,肠断天涯。
暗损韶华 ,一缕茶烟透碧纱。

习惯,失眠 。习惯寂静的夜。

躺在床上望着天花板,习惯伤口的那把盐 ,那伤,在我心里一点点蔓延。习惯念着关于你的诗篇 。

一个人的世界,很安静 ,安静的可以听到自己的呼吸声和心跳声。是啊,我总是一个人,你从来不曾来过 ,我也从来不曾出现在你的世界。

在一段时间我喜欢一段音乐,听一段音乐我怀念一段时光 。坐在一段时光里怀念另一段时光的掌纹 。那时听着那歌会是怎样的心情?那时的我们是否相遇?是相遇还是错过?还是,没有结局的邂逅?


这个世界上有许多事情 ,转过身的那一刹那 ,完全改变了。太阳落下去,而在她重新升起以前,有些事 ,就从此和你永别。

最痛苦的是,消失了的东西,它就永远的不见了 。却偏还要留下一根细而尖的针 ,一直插在你心头,一直拔不去,心一动它便会痛。

 

只应碧落重相见 ,那是今生。
可奈今生,刚作愁时又忆卿 。

路这样长,生命这样短暂 ,浓雾又这样久久不肯散去,那么,要怎样才能告诉你 ,我已经来过了呢?

青春的美丽与珍贵 ,就在于它的无邪与无瑕,在于它的可遇而不可求,在于它的永不重回。

那个在不经意中,也许就改变了我一生的女孩。我相信总有一天 ,我们会在世界的屋顶再次相遇 。

英译版本:

(original author: the bonds if the dream)

marks all over the floor no worry province, dewy Langgan shadow.
Thin love is a lot of feelings, and the curvature is soft.

Night, dark covers the left hand, the left hand covered with the right hand. The fingertips have passed some ice cold.

I can forget to remember, let this feelings start and end and end.

But I can't forget you, I don't know where you have already been like a branding in my heart, I always remind me, I still love you.

A lot of things, I have been destined to end in just beginning; a lot of stories, because it is the end of the tragedy, so it is so unforgettable .. It turns out that the moth is falling.

Perhaps, some people are destined to have a robbery of some people.

Just last year, how to tears.

Nowhere is not sad, dust is in Yushan.


Many past events were so blurred in front of them. I have so convinced that it is so persistent, in fact, nothing, nothing ...

Suddenly discovered that they were stupid, stupid. I swear, I laughed, laughing tears blurred their eyes. Laughing, I am so stupid, always repeating some damage. But it is still silly expectation.

It seems habits waiting, simple thinking will come. Waiting for the happiness that I don't know if it can come.

Walking, tired, memories are light; looking back, you are gone, suddenly I am chaotic.

The dust is full of curtains, and it is really dark.

A few times, wipe the blue tears, and suddenly see the rhinoceros.

At least once, forget it, forget someone, don't ask for results, don't ask for peers, don't ask for it, even don't want you to love me, just ask in meIn the years, I met you.

In fact, I hope, but just that moment.

I have never required it, you give me your life. So, in a long life, as long as you look back, that is a short moment.

As with flowers, it is still better, the more light aroma makes people attachment, the more lasting.

Thank you for your persistence. Maybe I am not everything about everything, every day, but it is never the burden of your life.

I can't have too many, everything is just a fantasy. My heart, this wild bird, found the sky in your eyes.

Who can drums, and break the horizon.

Dinnamless Yahua, a lady of tea smoke.

habits, insomnia. It is used to silent nights.


Looking at the ceiling on the bed, the salt of the wound, that injury, a little spread in my heart. I am used to reading the poems about you.

A person's world, very quiet, quiet, you can hear your breathing and heartbeat. Yes, I am always alone, you never have been there, I have never appeared in your world.

I liked a piece of music for a while, listening to a period, I miss a period of time. Sitting in a period of time, I miss another time. What kind of mood would like that happening? At that time, were we meeting? Is it a meeting or missed? Or is there no ending?

There are many things in this world, the moment that turns over, completely changed. The sun falls, and before she reaches it, some things will never have to be with you.

The most painful thing is that there is something that will never see. But it is necessary to leave a never-tip of the needle, I have been inserting you, I can't pull it, my heart will hurt.

Only should see each other, it is todayLife.
Cannate this year, I still remember the Qing.

The road is long, life is short, the dense fog is refused for a long time, then, how can I tell you, I have been there?

The beauty and preciousness of youth is that it is innocent and innocent, where it can meet, is that it never returns back.

That is inadvertently, maybe changed my life. I believe that one day, we will meet again in the world's roof.

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