一首简单的歌,一场安详的雨,一个安静的夜。有太多的来不及,来不及遇见,来不及离开,来不及相逢,来不及分别。一切总是那样的弱不禁风,却又悄无声息地降临,让雨夜的人们措手不及。不是刻意想念,那举手投足,并非刻意遗忘,那萍水相逢,不论是命中注定,还是抬头偶遇,那一刹那,便定义为永恒,开始也结束了一段无休止的想念。当眼前被分别充斥,天空也落下了不舍的泪水,敲打着大地。那声声滴答,道出了 A simple song, a peaceful rain, a quiet night. There are too many too late, no time to meet, too late to leave, too late to meet, too late to distinguish. Everything is always fragile, but quietly come, so rainy night people unprepared. Not deliberately miss, that gestures, not deliberately forgotten, that meet again, whether it is fate, or the rise of chance, that moment, it is defined as eternal, beginning also ended an endless miss. When the eyes were flooded, the sky also fell sad tears, beat the earth. That sound ticking, revealed