咫尺层城留不住,久相忘、到此偏相忆——纳兰词一路走来,沉淀在13月的记忆,那么那么长,没有起点,也没有终点。什么都不会改变,不管发生什么事,改变的只有季节更替的脚步。等你再回头,听风的絮语,叙雨的柔蜜,赏花的美丽,看空的宝蓝,只是有种不一样的感觉。猛然间,似乎想到了什么,却又无从说起,是什么呢?回过头,才发现:这些年来,我都闭着眼睛往前走,错过的不只是沿路那些美妙的风景。错过了,也许就是我们永远回不去的记忆。世界有两个我:一个假装快乐,一个真心难过。太阳照耀下的大街上,夜晚渐渐降临,在这个城市里充斥 Close to the city can not stop, long forgotten, this partial memory - Nalan word along the way, precipitation in memory in January, so long, there is no starting point, there is no end. Nothing will change, no matter what happens, the change is only the pace of the seasonal change. Waiting for you to go back and listen to the wind whisper, the Syrian rain sweet, beautiful flowers, bearish sapphire blue, just a different kind of feeling. Suddenly, what seems to think of something, but without a word, what is it? Looking back, only to find: over the years, I have eyes closed forward, missing more than just those wonderful scenery along the road. Missing, perhaps we will never go back to the memory. There are two me in the world: one is pretending to be happy, one is really sad. The sun shines on the street, the night is coming, flooding in this city