一声唏嘘,在瓦砾中崛起。生活划过的痕迹散漫地写在水上,一不小心就踩了上去,跌入一段沉沦。敞开的门惯于迎接喜事,关上的都是不能言传的故事。屋里的时光才是最真实的,走出来,要打开心锁,化上妆,装作青春的模样。乘船远去,那烟雾更适合在有阳光的日子飘扬。我们驻足、观望,乐于传播蜚短流长,每个人都是看客,也都是主角,我们在别人的视线中轮回。 A sigh, rise in the rubble. Traces of life across the water written in the water, accidentally stepped on, fell into a period of sink. Open door accustomed to greet the wedding, all closed are unspeakable story. The time of the house is the most real, come out, to open the heart lock, makeup, pretending to look like youth. Take the boat away, the smog is more suitable to fly in the sunny days. We stop, wait and see, willing to spread the word short and long stream, everyone is a spectator, are also the protagonists, we reincarnation in the eyes of others.