行者只知道你是走了就不会回来,只道是我将行囊收藏就会连记忆都封存下来。却哪知,花褪了残红,日子匆匆,竟将许多没有整理好的思绪都一股脑地涌上眉头,舒展不开、凝聚不散,整整一年风雪过后,叶仍绿满枝头。那是一个我们永远回不去的从前,细细的水流,高高的山还有无拘无束的彻夜长谈。远处的每次鸣笛都会震撼我的心灵,就像当初你走、我留后产生的负作用,一直压抑着内心的悸动,就像我们背转过身后两条永不相交的轨 Walker only know that you are gone will not come back, just because I will be the luggage will be saved even memory. But I do not know, flowers faded red, hurried days, actually many unorganized thoughts are brain-wielding brows, not open, unite, a year after the snow, the leaves are still green full of branches. It was a time and time before we could not go back and forth, the fine water, the high mountains and the unfettered long stay night. Every whistle in the distance will shock my heart, just as you left, the negative effects of my stay have been depressing the throbbing heart, just like the two never intersecting rails behind us