此刻,蜇伏的记忆一遍遍呼唤远方,谁冷落如上一个季节。眺望背影渐行渐远的小径,梦寻不到方向,且让心事隐隐作痛。于是,那些默默流泪的手势便从墨吟开始。谁在咫尺,谁又在天涯?谁在眉梢,谁又在心头?想起来都是些温润的怀念。而今,那条浅浅溪水的柳树下,你是否依然脉脉想望?一如从前。不要哭,想我时就想想那个传说吧!不要哭,想想我时就看看夜空中那个最亮最亮的星星吧!你可知道,有一万次了!我梦呓中无端 At the moment, stinging memories of calling the distance over and over again, who fell asleep last season. Looking back shadow of the distant path, the dream can not find the direction, and let the mind faint ache. So, those who silently shed their gestures began from Yin Yin. Who is at hand, who is in the horizon? Who brow, who are in my heart? Now, under the shallow stream of willows, are you still thinking about it? Do not cry, think of that legend when I think of it! Do not cry, think about me when I look at the brightest and brightest stars in the night sky! You know, there are ten thousand times!