一风与灵魂,一样逝去。什么也不曾留下,有的只是那依稀的轮廓。一些东西是永远要记住的,就像这紫光下被灯火所氤氲,而弥漫芬芳的城市。朦胧之中,你想伸出你那双温柔的手,去触摸,用手的温度去感知这城市的气息。而她却渐渐地离你远去,带着惶恐的微笑。灯火亮着,风是很冷的,像冰一样。没有人海,我们能听到一些机械所发出的令人木讷的呻吟,单调而惆怅;没有人海,我们也能看到人们行色匆匆的身影,迷茫而幸福。大概没有人会去注意这漫天的紫光,这紫光下斑斓寂寞的灯火,这玲珑而透彻的灯火。或把目光滞留在那些你所看不清楚的地方。也许,那很美,也许那真的很美…… A wind and a soul are gone. Nothing has ever been left. There are only vague outlines. Some things are forever to be remembered, just like the city where the purple light is filled with lights and diffuse. Among you, you want to stretch out your gentle hands, touch, and the temperature of your hands to sense the atmosphere of the city. And she gradually went away from you, with a terrified smile. The lights are on, and the wind is cold, like ice. There is no one in the sea. We can hear the dull and embarrassing embarrassment caused by some mechanical machines. There is no sea of ​​people. We can also see people moving in a hurry, confused and happy. Probably no one will pay attention to the purple light of the sky, this lonely light under the violet light, this exquisite and thorough lights. Or keep your eyes in places you can’t see. Maybe it’s beautiful, maybe it’s really beautiful...