如果有一种沉默,可以强大到将音乐送回它的源头,那么那一刻,夜莺唇边啼出的鲜血也未必能凝固--只要玫瑰还依然开放。而那花香窈窕,会隔着罔罔如流水的时光,向你提醒着逝去的过往与那些月下或花前朦胧的心事。 If there is a silence that can be so powerful as to send the music back to its source, then the blood of the nightingale lips may not have solidified - as long as the rose is still open. And that scent, will pass through indiscriminately, such as the water of the time, to remind you of the passing past and those under the moon or flower before the hazy mind.