天已经很凉了,这并不是上帝的过失。夜色封闭了道路,而月光却打开了天空。我还能在来路上遇见你吗?我还能在沁凉的石椅上等到夏天的虫声吗?故事悠然成南山之菊,眺望之处,大片林子都挂满了雨水。当一句话沉默为誓言的时候,我的脚步就必须返回到我的领地。过往的有些情节是该在血液中苏醒了,尽管天已经很凉。 It is not God's fault that it is already cold. Night closed the road, but the moonlight opened the sky. Can I still meet you on the way? Can I wait for the pests of summer in the Qinliang stone chair? The story leisurely turns into a daisy of the Nanshan Mountain, overlooking the place where the woods are covered with rain. When a sentence of silence is an oath, my steps must be returned to my territory. Some of the past episodes revived in the blood, even though it was already cold.