每个人,心中都会有一个暗室,把心事藏成秘密。在曾经离别的路口,总有见不到的人回不去的过去,带着遗憾,藏着悲伤,提醒曾经有多美。那些秘密,是一首没写完的歌,一个没实现的梦想……当七月来临,阳光闪亮地照进心里,我们对自己说,曾经快乐的、温柔的、酸涩的秘密,是盛开在七月的芙蓉,在千层万层的莲叶之间,静谧地等待着再次相逢那个温柔而又美丽的灵魂…… Everyone, there will be a dark room in the heart, the mind hidden into secrets. At the junction of the farewell, there are always people can not see the past can not go back, with regret, hidden sadness, reminded how beautiful there was. Those secrets are an unwritten song, an unrealized dream ... When the advent of July, the sunshine glitters in our hearts, we say to ourselves that the once happy, gentle, sour secret is in full bloom In July, the hibiscus, between the layers of lotus leaves, quietly awaits to meet again that gentle and beautiful soul ... ...