在这个年纪,所有浪漫的痴情的,永远不为你发生。遥遥无期的念想,击碎了很多期待。彼此之间大概隔了一条江,江这边是孤独,江那头是火红。而我不是灯火,甚至连蛾子都不是,想扑火,却连轰轰烈烈的机会都没有。十七八岁的年纪,好像永远是夏天,太阳总是有空出来伴随我们,阳光充足明亮,照得眼前一阵阵发黑。而十八岁的感情,就像树荫里投下的光线,罩住一个笔挺站着的身影,擎着一颗不知该进该退的心。我一直期待有个人拉着我的手带我奔跑,即使 At this age, all romantic infatuation will never happen for you. In the foreseeable future, crushed a lot of expectations. Each other probably separated by a river, the river is lonely here, the other side of the river is flaming. And I’m not the lights, not even the moth, want to flaunt the fire, but not even the vigorous opportunities. Seventeen-year-old age, it seems that it will always be the summer, the sun is always free to come with us, the sun is full and bright, shining in front of black eyes. The eighteen-year-old feeling, just like the light falling in the shade, covers a standing figure, holding a heart that I do not know should go back. I’ve been expecting someone to take my hand and take me to run, even though