志摩,你远去了。那是隔代时间的无法逾越的距离,但见重重山,重重水。也许是梦里。我分明看到你梳理熨帖的小分头,金丝边镜片后面藏着深情的眼睛,在注视着什么?一片蔷薇色的薄雾,遮掩着黑暗,或者光亮。你说:“我是天空里韵一片云,偶尔投影在你的波心。”绝非偶然。你违心地愿意人们最好忘掉你,其实,你还是希望你的爱要永远永远地记得你。我无法忘记,当我年轻的时候,当我少年的心被爱情充 Shima, you are gone. That was an insurmountable distance from generation to generation, but there were heavy mountains and heavy water. Maybe it is a dream. I clearly saw that you combed the small points of the iron, the deep eyes behind the gold-rimmed lenses, what were you looking at? A rose-colored mist covered the darkness or the light. You say: “I am a cloud in the sky, and it is occasionally projected in your heart.” It was no accident. You are unwilling to want people to forget about you. In fact, you still want your love to remember you forever and forever. I can’t forget that when I was young, when my young heart was filled with love