曾经颠簸在你单车咯人屁股的后座上,两人被人潮推搡着前进,撒落一地欢笑。看那天际的云卷云舒,宛若古时的歌女蹁跹起舞时的翻飞水袖,乳白色的一抹像极了盛夏的荷。拿手在空气中虚握,却抓不住那一意孤行的悠悠飘走、决然四散的浮云。 Once jolted in the rear seat of your bicycle licked ass, the two were pushed forward by crowds, splashed laughter. Look at the cloud of clouds and clouds that day, just like the song of the time old girl fluttering fluttering sleeves, milky white touch like a very summer load. Good grasp of the air in the virtual grip, but could not grasp the long-winded wandering around, decidedly scattered clouds.