吹起你的口琴今夜,用它横在唇边,你把早年的的栀子花全部吹醒,扑面的花香,尽是当初迷恋过的体温。告诉我,当怀旧的情绪在琴格里出出进进,是不是搁置已久的簧片上,还能踩响若隐若现的爱情脚印?高音低音此起彼伏,一段怀想,被诉说得那样凄美和温情。从暗影中飞出的一曲老歌,轻轻衔起沁透落寞的窗帘一角。突然加速的心跳,是不是看见了一个隐约的旧时背影?久远而模糊的场景片段,是我们体内柔 Blow your harmonica tonight, use it to cross the lips, you wake up all the early gardenia flowers, blowing flowers, is the original obsessed body temperature. Tell me, when nostalgic emotions come out in the chenge, is not set aside for a long reed, but also to step looming loving footprints? Bass one after another, a period of dream, the prosecution was so poignant and warmth. An old song that flew out of the shadow gently raised the corner of a lonely curtain. Suddenly accelerated heartbeat, is not seeing a vague old back? Long and vague scene fragments, is our body soft