“突然好想你,你会在哪里,过得快乐或委屈;突然好想你,突然锋利的回忆,突然模糊的眼睛。”朦朦之中,想起了这首歌。你,还好吗?冰露滴梦破,我还记得那秋水凝望的传说。眼眸里的伤渐渐清晰,一路从泥泞走到了美景,可故事却到这里,戛然而止,仅剩一份残缺得拾不起的记忆。于是,斜依长空,望着雨丝变为雪,流划天空,这一冬,又成了一 “Suddenly miss you, where you will be, happy or wronged; suddenly miss you, suddenly sharp memories, suddenly blurred eyes. ” Blur, remembered the song. You, okay? Ice dew drop dream, I still remember that staring legend. Eyes in the wound gradually clear, all the way from the mud came to the beauty, but the story is here, abrupt end, leaving only a torn memorable memory. So, according to the sky, looking at the rain into a snow, draw the sky, the winter, has become one