你说我没有信仰 ，我对眼前的世界却是痴情地仰望。你说将对我放弃希望，放弃与否希望就在远方 。你说我前路凄凄无尽漫长，我却恬然自得不知惆怅。你说千里大地红尘扬 ，我犹一叶孤舟独徜徉。
我说我很有信仰，花开无声水流无形雁过留影独仰望 。我说我相信希望，白昼漫长黑夜静谧望远方。我说我前路不再漫长 ，对影抚伤望月思乡无惆怅。我说数里神州布襟扬，踽踽独行虽有牵绊自徜徉 。
我说，朝阳之美早已遗忘 ，日正中天不再仰望，夕阳落地无尽悲伤，孤月冷寂黑夜悠长，群星争辉怕被遗忘 ，天地俱静可有花香？深夜独醒月色浅唱，不再牵挂儿女情长，深邃梦境可有竹桑？幽静深林长啸苍狼 ，人前作声怕被遗忘，意欲远行竟无行囊，黑夜沉寂月瘦影长。
你说 ，如果你还可以再说，那我会在心底说得更长。念一首难念的经，唱一段难忘的曲 。故事里的尘世肮脏 ，现实中的万千剧场，看不清的人文修养。摸着石头过河，原只是 ，嘲笑儿郎；一个人的万千事，却只是，长河点滴，遗忘的忧伤。将思念打包 ，将故事捆绑，全都送去，午夜的剧场。
你说 ，你为何不再说？可是我的经吓到了某人的希望？牙牙学语，仍留心上，蹒跚学步 ，不知悲伤，稚子垂柳，自在非常 ，谆谆教诲，未敢遗忘，醍醐灌顶 ，感激异常，如沐春风，童声回响，诚心仰望 ，早已绝响，转头回望，竟有忧伤……
我说 ，我似也无话可说 。失去了理想，我还有梦想。梦想有多长，远在太阳上。意欲展翅飞翔 ，却已失去了翅膀 。我本是天地间最好动的精灵，却又失去了往日的辉煌，灰色的翅膀 ，苍色的肮脏，承载不起心的飞翔。内心深处，应是影黑烛黄。
我说 ，我还有话讲 。我承载着谁的希望？我可是为谁在飞翔？我心为谁在惆怅？为何众人皆在彷徨？彷徨可是在期望？期望可是还有希望？希望是否就在前方？前方可是绝望？绝望之后是否还会彷徨？彷徨，期望，希望，前方 ，绝望，彷徨……
我请求你，请求你继续说。为何想要倾听却无声响？为何即将绝望却在回响？我想请问你 ，天地可是谁的奴仆？日月可是群星的父母？我还想请问你，希望可还在那不知名的远方？你听见了吗，希望 ，是否，就在那，不知名的 ，远方？
You said that I didn't belief, I looked up in the world of my eyes. You said that you will give up hope, give up or hope to be in the distance. You said that my front road is so long, but I am unknone. You said that thousands of miles of land is red, I am just a boat is alone.
I said that I have a faith, and the flowers open no sound flow. I said that I believe hope, and the white night is quiet. I said that my front road is no longer long, and I can't think about the hometown of the shadow. I said that the number of Shenzhou cloth is random, and although I have a lot of people.
I said, the beauty of Chaoyang has long been forgotten, the day is no longer looking up, the sunset falls without a long and sad, and the night is cold and the night is long. Wake up in the middle of the night, sing, no longer worrying, the children's feelings, the deep dreams can have bamboo mulberry? The quiet deep forest is a wolf, and the people are afraid to be forgotten. They want to travel without any bag, and the night is quiet.
You said, if you can still say, then I will be longer in my heart. Read a difficult experience, sing an unforgettable song. The dust in the story is dirty, the real world of thousands of the acesters, can't see humanistic cultivation. Touching the stone over the river, just, laughing at the children; a person's thousand things, but only, the long river is dropped, forgotten sadness. Missing the thoughts, tied the story, all sent, the theater of the midnight.
Why don't you say? But my hopes for someone? Tooth dentate, still pay attention, toddler, I don't know sadness, my baby will willow, it is very very, the teachings, not forgotten, 醍醐 顶, I am grateful, such as Mu Chunfeng, the child's voice, sincerely, I have been defeated, turning back I have a sadness ...
I said, I have no words. I still have a dream. How long is your dream, far on the sun. It is desirable to show his wings, but it has lost his wings. I am the best elf in the world, but I lost my brilliant in the past, gray wings, and the dark dirty, bearel. The heart is deep, it should be a shadow.
I said, I have something to say. Who do I beared? Who is flying? Who is my heart? Why are everyone? Is it expected? ExpectIs there any hope? I hope is it in front? But is it desperate? Will it still be 彷徨 after despair?彷徨, expectation, hope, front, despair, 彷徨 ...
I ask you to ask you to say. Why do you want to listen, but no sound? Why is it to be desperate? I want to ask you, who is the slave who is heaven? The sun and the moon are the parents of the group? I still want to ask you, I hope that I am still unknown. Have you heard, hope, is it, it's that, unknown, afar?
Afterwards: Mr. Lu Xun said that despair is the same, it is with hope. It is only written to yourself with this difficult woman, gray wings may also carry the flying flying ...
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