晓风残月,星光黯淡,别夜梦凉。盛夏之夜,一切都梦如泡沫,那么飘渺,那么虚幻,遥不可及。黑夜中无数的烟花在空中散开,逝去,再散开,再逝去,周而复始,无限悲凉。悲剧就这样重复上演。我和菲月静坐在草地上,看黑夜星空,若有所思。“你就这样轻言放弃?”我轻飘飘地说。淡得像白开水,没有温度,没有悲伤,没有留恋。“我只是不想像烟花那样,独自品味灿烂后 Xiao Feng moon, starry dark, do not dream of cool night. On a summer night, everything dreams like a bubble, so ethereal, so imaginary, out of reach. Numerous fireworks in the darkness dispersed in the air, passed away, dispersed, and passed away again and again and again and again. The tragedy is repeated this way. I sit quietly on the grass with the Philippine moon, watching the night sky, thoughtful. “You just give up so quietly?” I said lightly. It is as light as water, no temperature, no sadness, no attachment. “I just don’t want to be like a firework and I’ll be alone