灯下心的脚步,已然破门而入。跌跌撞撞,四处摇荡。沉重的萦念凝成的霜,已覆盖了心的绿洲。一夜之间,一缕苦涩的微笑,不能去装饰几千年褪色的忧伤。那遥相挥别的手,在转身的一瞬间,成为永恒。灯下,依稀记起你灼热的目光。星夜,依稀梦见你密密匝匝的诗行。当年,你用湛蓝的欲望,企图埋葬一个孤独的灵魂。天天意乱情迷,小院空空。从此,在生命的崖面上,一行行诗歌开始飞扬如瀑,让一阵阵风雪,凝成死亡 The heart of the lamp under the footsteps, already breaking into the door. Stumble, shake around. The heavy cream of cream, has covered the heart of the oasis. Overnight, a ray of bitter smile, can not be decorated for thousands of years faded sadness. That distant hand waved, in the moment turned to become eternal. Under the lights, vaguely remember your burning eyes. Starry night, faintly dreams of your close-knit poems. That year, you use a blue desire, in an attempt to bury a lonely soul. Distracted passion every day, small courtyard empty. Since then, on the cliff of life, a line of poetry began to fly like a waterfall, let a burst of snow, condensate into death