你的笑容,灿烂又美丽;你的模样,真实又清晰;你的声音,婉转又动听。你,正被人悄悄地演绎。而演绎着,正是曾经,正是过去那片记忆。听,大海的声音,渐渐地靠近,靠近,靠近……可惜随着那轻轻的叹息睁开眼睛,望见的却不是那种朦胧美丽的仙境,亭阁,轩榭,还有那伫立的楼宇,不在这里。惋惜?失意?我想都不是。轻轻地抚摸你那乌黑飘逸的发线,温柔地注视你那涌动光芒的双眸,我在这里,你,却在那里。等到我开始要细细地了解你娇小的那颗纯真的心, Your smile, bright and beautiful; your appearance, true and clear; your voice, mildly and pleasantly. You are being quietly interpreted. And deduced, it was once, it is the memory of the past piece. Listen, the sound of the sea, gradually close, close to, close to ... Unfortunately, with that gentle sigh opened his eyes, but not the kind of dim see the fairyland, pavilions, Xuan Pavilion, as well as standing Building, not here. Sorry? Frustrated? I do not think so. Gently touch your black and elegant hair lines, gently watching your surging eyes, I am here, you, but there. Wait until I started to carefully understand your Petite heart of that innocence,