巴山,夜雨,不涨秋池。武夷,磅礴,不走泥丸。一座彩桥,挂在云天,无以泅渡,无以相会在银河两岸。一纸心灵之约,被天神——使出利剑,生生劈断……如今,隔岸的不仅是经纬,还有那阴阳两重天。隔岸,不再观火,早已无以泅渡,无以登临遥不可及的彼岸。闲时,心潮喷涌,滚翻,只得把老曲,新词,重新谱填…… Bashan, rainy night, do not go autumn pool. Wuyi, majestic, do not take mud pill. A color bridge, hanging in the sky, no crossing, not to meet on both sides of the galaxy. A paper about the soul, was God - make a sword, life and death split ... ... Now, not only latitude and longitude across the shore, there are two yin and yang days. Opposite shore, no longer watch the fire, long no longer crossing, not to visit the other side out of reach. Free time, craze, rolling, had the old song, new words, recalculation ... ...