爱 、遗失在微凉的夏天 。麦禾

作者:秦若墨人气:429更新:2021-07-18 12:00:20

打马而过的时光,总有一种情感会让你泪流满面。

 

  在这个缱绻而温和的夏日 ,有些微凉的风吹着你凌乱的发,我看见破碎的阳光,碎落了一地梦想 ,你努力的抬起头,以为这样眼泪就不会往下掉。

 

  可是,生活不是一本小说 ,眼泪还是会一滴不落的往下掉,同时也掉了一颗单薄的有着细微裂痕的心 。

 

  你和他是两条平行线,从一开始就没有交集 ,以后也没有。

  而我和你是两条同一端点的射线,开始我们相遇,后来我们各奔东西。

 

  到底是谁最幸福 ,谁最痛苦 ,又有谁知道呢 。

 

  那些流水账似的日记,一个名字就能够密密麻麻的写满一张纸,青春如列车般轰隆隆地驶过 ,在爱情这场独角戏里,我们被伤的体无完肤,却依然高傲的挥着自己的手。

  只是挥手、但不说再见。

 

  我们都在自以为是的活着 。

 

  不经意间 ,有很多东西逐渐遗失在这个微凉的夏天,一阵风或者一场雨,一个人或者一段故事。

  不忍心回首留下的湿漉漉的脚印 ,总感觉幸福就像手中握不住的沙,那么轻易的就溜走了。

  所以我们要坚强,要珍惜 ,要挽留 。

 

  不要等到。

  你们 、我们、他们,都消失在光年之外。

 

  爱情,跟时间是没有关系的 。

  只有一种东西能够用永恒来衡量 ,那就是死亡 。

 

  不管你在年少时多么喜欢一个人 ,不管你以前有过多少次感情。

  许多年后,叫你老伴的那个人,就是你的爱情。

 

  至少 ,我们从来都没有遗失过那颗渴望爱的心 。

英译版本:

Time to hit the horse, there is always a kind of emotion that will make you tears.

In this mild summer day, some slight winds blow you messy, I saw broken sunshine, smashed into a dream, and I worked hard, think So tears will not go down.

However, life is not a novel, tears will still fall down, and also have a single heart with fine cracks.

You and him are two parallel lines, there is no intersection from the beginning, and there is no future.

And I and you are the rays of the same endpoint, starting us with each other, and then we have rushed.

Who is the happiest, who is the most painful, and who knows.

Those diarys that are jealous, one name is able to pass confused with a paper, and youth passed through the train, in love this unhrama, we were injured The body is unique, but it is still proud to wave your own hand.

Only waving, but don't say goodbye.

We are all alive.

Inadvertently, there are many things that are gradually lost in this cool summer, a gust of wind or a rain, a person or a story.

I can't bear to look back the wet footprint, I always feel that happiness is like a sand in your hands, so you will slip.

So we must be strong, cherish, to stay.

Don't wait.

You, us, they disappeared outside the light years.

Love, with time is nothing.

onlyOne thing can be measured in eternal, that is, death.

No matter how much you like, no matter how many feelings have you been before.

After many years, the person who called your wife is your love.

At least, we have never lost the heart that is eager.

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