夏日的晚风温暖而多情,静静地写在你的脸上,刻在我的心里。 默默的是你的表情,期待的是我的眼眸,第一次把你从虚拟的世界中牵了出来。原以为,那只是一场游戏一场梦,然而,当游戏结束了,梦还没有醒时。一向只能靠感觉却看不到的快乐的你,而今,写在你脸上的是忧郁,压在心里头的是重重心事。前两天,在网上一直都见你哇哇哈哈的,感觉你是一个快乐至上的女孩,和我这个多愁善感的忧郁男孩聊天,一起只能靠哒哒的键盘声说话,我真是一个幸福的幸运儿,我把心事说 Summer breeze warm and passionate, quietly written in your face, carved in my heart. Silently your expression, looking forward to my eyes, the first time you pulled out from the virtual world. I thought it was only a game of a dream, however, when the game is over, the dream has not woken up. Always you can only rely on the feeling but can not see the joy of you, and now, written in your face is melancholy, in the heart is a heavy heart. A couple of days ago, I’ve seen you all over the internet. I feel like you are a happy girl, chatting with my melancholy boy and I can only speak by the keyboard. I’m a happy lucky boy. I said my heart