每一次悄悄地告别,告别那依恋的美丽时,都是如此的伤感。曾经哭着想要橱窗里的洋娃娃,但真的抱在手上了,又觉得她的眼睛不像刚刚看到的那样美丽了。曾经非常执著地珍藏着一只古朴的小木匣,只因为那里面有一颗小伙伴都没有的白色小玻璃球。可当他们都有成把成把更漂亮的玻璃球时,我才后悔当时没有拿它出来炫耀。总是在追求尽善尽美,却遗忘了真实的美丽;总是 Every time I bid farewell and say goodbye to the beauty of attachment, it is all so sad. I used to cry for a doll in the window, but it was really in my hands. I felt her eyes were not as beautiful as she had just seen. A quaint little wooden plaque was once very cherished and treasured only because there was a small white glass ball in the house. But when they all had a better glass ball, I regretted not showing it off. Always seeking perfection, but forgetting the true beauty; always