依旧的是昨夜里不眠的涛声，不见的是记忆中远逝的帆影。那两行平平仄仄的脚印，已被葱郁的日子渐次抹平。独坐在深秋的夕辉中，反刍着那几页揉皱了的一起戏水的日子，好想再一次与你同行。寂寞丛生的视野里，栖寒鸦数点，在那孤独如我的海湾，好静好静。金色的柔波轻轻吻着我? What is still there is the sound of sleepless sleep last night. What is missing is the sail of memory. The two lines of flat feet have gradually been wiped out by lush days. Sitting alone in the evening glow of late autumn, I ruminated the days of crumpling with the water and I really want to walk with you again. In the lonely field of vision, a few predatory crows, lonely in my bay, so quiet and quiet. The golden soft wave gently kisses me?