路每天,走在这座城市,几条熟悉错落有致的大道或者小路。树木,花草,高低错落的楼房。每天,会遇到一个或者几个,同地点同时间经过的人,无语,擦肩,都是迷惘的眼神。彼此是否记得?往往是这样,最熟悉的城市,不知去哪里?不知怎么做?不知怎么哭痛畅、笑纯真?喜欢,一个人行走。静,心静。雾色里,缥缈,思想缥缈。路永远在脚下,犹如一场刚醒的梦,又似梦中。交叉,分离的人群,一缕阳光,投射,大幕揭开,我 Road every day, walking in the city, a few familiar with patchwork boulevards or trails. Trees, flowers, the level of scattered buildings. Every day, there will be one or a few people who meet with the place at the same time, speechless, rub shoulders, are all lost eyes. Remember each other? Often is the case, the most familiar city, I do not know where to go? I do not know how to do? I do not know how to cry pain, laughter, like, walk alone. Quiet, calm heart. Fog color, 缥 缈, thought 缥 缈. The road is always at the foot, like a just woke up dreams, but also like a dream. Crossed, separated crowd, ray of sunshine, projection, the curtain opened, me