夜深了 ，风在歌唱。云儿飘过那一弯月亮，还不知道疲倦，不知要飘向何方 。清辉肆意涂满墙 ，抱膝依窗，那点点入夜的灯光，摇曳着我冰凉如水的淡淡的忧伤 ，此刻，有泪成串又成行，心开始流浪，顺着夜的路径 ，却找不到方向。
曾经想要颗纯净的水晶样的心，远离世俗的喧嚣，只为感受你慢慢的靠近 ，让我知道你的爱不是浮光掠影。轻歌之下，心里从此有个你的牵挂赶不走离愁，别样的情怀总是让人束手无策堆满我宽大的床 。
握着你的手 ，说过五百年前，我们擦过多少次肩，不是在断桥 ，却今生认出彼此，你是我最美丽的邂逅！就这样吧，岁月流淌 ，就这样吧，安然静好！可人生很长，彼岸很短，我如何在等待里望穿秋水 ，再雨化满天。我知道，你是我曾经放飞的梦想，是我曾经年轻的天空中一个响亮的鸽哨。那些盘桓九曲的爱恋 ，丝丝缠绕 。无眠，在这样的夜晚！雨后露台，葡萄架下 ，种下多少牵挂，思念，才如此枝繁叶茂！远处琴音 ，伴着诗意，灯火阑珊，我将你的名字再一次揉碎在心间 ，有些无奈，有些茫然 、、、 、、
到底看不破风花雪夜，心尘弥漫，繁华成殇。常常你的影子翩然如梦 ，栅栏里走向黄昏。常常你的笑声响在耳畔，低沉有力的语句成了一段段篇章。别过，你的背影如一叶小舟 ，滑过我的心海，木然，空手冷月 ，看着你走远，走远 。烟尘四起的红尘中，你我为撑起的那把雨伞 ，我放在了梦的窗前，繁华簇锦，幽静飘香 ，叠彩飞舞，美如霓裳。扬起湿漉漉的水袖，点点指尖，划过玻璃窗的缝隙 ，就让灵动的双指轻轻敲打你的窗棂吧，留下一些痴一些恋，还有更多的是无怨！
就让我做颗流星吧 ，划过你的天空。把最优美的弧线镶嵌在你的生命的繁华里 。
就让我做颗流星吧，银河瀚海，不疾不迟 ，照亮你的眼神，诠释相遇的美丽，在你的天空滑行 ，散做云烟！
The night is deep, the wind is singing. The cloud floated away the bending moon, she still didn't know fatigue, I don't know where to float. Qing Hui is full of walls, holding a knee, the light of the night, swaying my cold as a faint sad sadness, at this moment, there is a tear into the string, and the heart began to wandered, but the path of the night, but find not To the direction.
Once wanted to have a pure crystal sample, stay away from the secular hustle and bustle, just feel that you are slowly close, let me know that your love is not a flipping. Under the light song, there is a self-care that you have your concern, and a different feeling is always a big bed.
Hold your hand, say more than five hundred years ago, how many shoulders we wipe it, not in the broken bridge, but I recognized each other this life, you are my most beautiful! That's it, the years flow, just like this, peace is quiet! It can be very long, the other is very short, how can I look through the autumn water in the waiting, and rain is full. I know, you are the dream I have fly, and it is a loud pigeon whistle that I used to be young in the sky. Those loving love, silk entanglement. Sleeple sleep, in this night! After the rain, the grapes, the grape rack, how much, thinking, thinking, just like this! The piano is in a distance, with poetry, the lights are dim, I will break your name again in the heart, some helpless, some are awkward ,,,,
I can't see the wind and snow, the dust is filled , Bustling. Often your shadow is like a dream, and the fence is going to dusk. Often your laughter is in the ear, and the low and powerful statement has become a parapity. Don't pass, your back is like a leaf boat, slide over my heart, wooden, empty-handed, watching you, walking away. In the red dust in the smoke, you and I put the umbrella that put it up, I put in front of the dream, the bustling, quiet and fragrant, laminated, beautiful. Row the wet water sleeve, point your fingertips, ride through the gap of the glass window, let the smart double finger lightly hit your window, leave some idiots, and more is no complaint!
Let me make a meteor, rolled your sky. Inlaid the best arc in the bustling of your life.
Let me make a meteor, the Galaxy sea, not bad, illuminate your eyes, interpret the beauty, sliding in your sky, spread the cloud smoke!
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