七年离陌 ，花叶相随；月降殇缺，星碎满天 。
这一条陌路，浮沉中，飘摇了七年。凭一纸寂寥 ，相随于风，一个人静看花开花落，人情冷暖中 ，繁星碎裂，记忆中，已尽苍凉。
不知道多少个夜晚，纸上残墨 ，染尽了繁华 。那一双清澈之眸，浅泪不停的回旋，某一刻 ，流下的一点青光，定格了那些年的时空。
窗外有些微亮的时刻，我躺在床上，打开手机播放器 ，朦胧中，思绪便回到了多年前，从第一次与许多人见面 ，到第一次的长久分离。半梦中，那些年的轻风 、闲庭、碎语，在脑海里不停的摇晃 。
再到与曾经一切相遇后的物是人非 ，漫长的旅程，短暂的成长，这期间 ，没人知道，自己会在哪一天，在这个世界里 ，便突然觉得一切都变了，于是，只能无力的看着曾经的自己慢慢离去。就像曾经的某一天，天空落下了二十年里最刻骨的悲伤 ，一个人彻底了离去了，从此，再也没有回来过。
我在模糊的记忆拉扯中 ，直到清晨的微风轻轻吹进房间，也吹进了那有些不真实的空间，只是 ，已经分不清的我，续写中，定格了画面 ，却无法定格了那个昨天……
Seven years left the franca, the leaves are followed; the moon is lost, and the stars are full.
This stranger, floating, floating seven years. With a piece of paper, each other is in the wind, a person looks at the flowers, and the human is cold, the star is broken, and the memory is full.
The night is monologous, clear and tears; chasing dreams, renewed no trace.
Don't know how many nights, on paper is ink, dyed in bustling. That pair of clear eyes, the tears kept cyclone, at a moment, a little glaucom in the flow, fixed the time and space of those years.
There are some slight times outside the window, I am lying in bed, open the mobile phone player, in the middle, my thoughts have returned to many years ago. From the first time to many people, to the first long-term separation. In the middle of the dream, those young winds, leisure, broken languages, rushing in my mind.
Then, after all the things have been encountered, it is a human non-long journey, a short growth, during which, no one knows, which day, in this world, suddenly feel everything Changed, so, I only watched myself slowly left. As I once a day, the sky fell in the twenty years of sadness, and a person was completely left, since then, there has been no coming back.
I was pulling in the blurry memory, until the morning breeze gently blows into the room, but also blows into some untrue space, just, I have been unclear, I will continue to write, Ideated. The picture, but I can't set it out yesterday ...
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