真正悲伤的人会难过到忘记死亡,只剩下一身的苍茫。冬天来了,寒冷总是让人无望。我的心里,是千年不化的绝望坚冰。血色花朵在凛冽的风里荡漾出层层涟漪,然后冻结在永恒的时限里。我轻颦浅笑地走过,脚下绽放出一朵朵鲜艳的落红,肆无忌惮地蔓延开来。记忆的刀划出一道道伤口,明亮得很,紧接着又像短暂的萤火,暗淡下来。午后的阳光从大地的罅隙里溢出,融化了所有的卑微和绝望。 Really sad people will be sad to forget the death, leaving only one of the sky. Winter is coming and the cold is always hopeless. In my heart, it is the desperate ice of the Millennium. The blood-colored flowers rippling out in the turbulent wind, and then frozen in the eternal time limit. I walked contemptuously, bursting with bright red blossoms under my feet, spreading unbridledly. The memorized knife cut a wound and it was very bright, and then it was like a short-lived firefly, dimming. The afternoon sun overflows from the crevices of the earth and melts all the humble and despair.