一月,本没有意义,只是我们请它作为新年开始这个时刻的代言。塔楼上整点叮咚的钟儿不知道一月的到来;穿梭在城市中勤劳的轨道列车不知道一月的到来;听了嗨乐样尽情跳动的OICQ也不知道一月的到来。但是有生命的我们知道,即将到来的一月,它是属于你我生命中某个时段的,是仅有的、独一无二的,是逝去了永远也不会再回来的,是不能忽略掉、遗忘掉的一曲光阴的故事。 January does not make sense, but we ask it to be the endorsement of the moment when the New Year begins. The whole bell on the tower buzzer do not know the arrival of January; shuttle in the city hard-working rail train do not know the arrival of January; Heard the music like beating OICQ do not know the arrival of January. However, we know that there is life in the coming January, it belongs to you and me in a certain period of time. It is only. It is unique, it will never come back. It can not be neglected. A lost story of time.