冰凉的夜,寂寞的爱尔兰风笛,我所见过的将忧伤稀释得最清澈的音乐。孤独的牧羊人背对着夕阳,海上还残留着Titanic的铁锈味道。他的睫毛在凄婉的风笛里微微颤抖,刺痛了彤云缓缓移动的脚步。他是在思念炮火烟硝的祖国,天堂之遥的亲人,还是被忧伤的雾霭蒙住宝蓝色眼睛的金发姑娘?这音符一个个像点水的蜻蜓,且穿上尖尖的芭蕾舞鞋,如针尖一般拨刺中了心底最敏感的那根弦。让心轻 On a cold night, the lonely Irish bagpipes, the most clear music I’ve ever seen distressed. Lonely shepherd backs against the setting sun, Titanic rust still remains on the sea. His eyelashes trembled slightly in the squatting bagpipes, tingling the slowly moving clouds. He is thinking of the motherland of gunfire and smoke, the loved ones of heaven, or the blue-eyed blond girl who is covered in sorrow and haze. This note is like a tummy of water, and put on pointed ballet shoes, such as The needle tip usually strikes the most sensitive string in the heart. Make your heart lighter