天空里搁浅的鱼群,将一条巷子走得愈来愈窄。身边有墓碑纵声高歌,前边有刀剑封堵追杀。谁的梦,能走出这深深的围墙?阒无人迹的地方.不是我愿意驻足的。我想看见一座青涩的城隍石墙、酒楼茶肆,却无法进入。西周、北魏、洪武、康熙,六百多年了,如今是这样的一个册页。时间发黄、发暗。可我,非要在此安放梦境?曾经有君王、诸侯和臣仆走过,曾经有佩剑持戟的将军和武士走过,曾经有峨冠博带的商贾公子走过…… Stranded fish in the sky, an alley to go more and more narrow. Tombstone around the song sang, in front of the sword plug to kill. Whose dreams can come out of this deep wall? 阒 no trace of place. Not my willingness to stop. I want to see a green town stone wall, restaurant tea, but can not enter. Western Zhou, Northern Wei, Hongwu, Kangxi, six hundred years, and now is such a album. Time yellow, dark hair. But I have to put a dream here? There have been kings, princes and servants walked, there was a Saber and Samurai Saber walked past, once the Ebrand Bo band merchant stroll through ... ...