W那云蝉鸣与树叶重叠时,秋天,只熟了一半。驻足心灵深处的果实,像那片游弋的云,依然以一种姿态,等候您进入我梦地。亦真亦幻——白昼低矮,触手可及那云,却怎么也摸不到您眼角倒挂的泪。唯见一阵风,扯着您,裹住我弯曲的视线,钻入云深之处…… When the leaves of the cicadas overlap with the leaves, they fall only half in the fall. Stop the fruit in the depths of the soul, like that cruising clouds, still in a gesture, waiting for you to enter my dream. Really illusory - low daylight, within reach of the cloud, but how can not touch your eyes upside down tears. Only see a gust of wind, pulling you, wrapped my curvy sight, drilling deep into the clouds ......