春雨终于可以,垂落在彼此周围。夜的湿润,花朵般散开。没有月亮,春天依然前行,手心里握紧的灯火,忽明忽暗。最柔软的部分,总是从这时候出发。是谁一生恪守承诺,黯然,却不曾被流水信任。一个字藏在舌尖下,夜雨一样凉。期盼我们的春天,灿烂得孤独,开一朵一百朵一千朵一万朵花。每一朵都甜蜜而寂寞。因为遇见,我的青春,再次逼近玫瑰的誓言。 Spring rain finally, hanging around each other. The night is wet and the flowers are scattered. Without the moon, the spring is still ahead, the clenched light of the palm of your hand, flickering. The softest part, always starting from this moment. Who is abide by his commitment to life, sad, but never been trusting. A word hidden under the tongue, night rain as cool. Look forward to our spring, brilliant lonely, open a hundred thousand one thousand ten thousand flowers. Every one is sweet and lonely. Because I met, my youth, once again approached the oath of roses.