这一夜的星空格外凄美,或许是很长时间没有这样注视过天空了,在那个曾经有梦的地方。而此刻那梦已不那般真实了,因为我们的确错过了有梦的季节。分别总是让人回忆的,那日寸的回忆到现在都很模糊,却又感觉得到那熟悉的味道。在每个晴朗的日子,阳光照得很刺眼,骑着单车的女孩,在城市的角落,捕捉眼中的一丝闲暇。那些曾经快乐的日子凝成一幅幅图画刺伤了流泪的双眼。我追求自由,我想融入蓝天,在天空中寻找缓流的河水。河的对面,一棵树下有一个愿望,一棵树带走了我所有的光亮,却跃不过心中 This night’s star field is comparable to that of a star. Perhaps it has been such a long time that we have not looked at the sky so far, in the place where there was a dream. And now that dream is no longer true, because we did miss the dream season. The memories are always reminiscent, and the memories of that day are now blurred, but they also feel that familiar taste. On every sunny day, the sun shines dazzlingly, and the girl riding a bicycle, in the corner of the city, catches a trace of leisure in her eyes. Those days when they were happy have condensed into a picture and stabbed their tears. I am pursuing freedom. I want to integrate into the blue sky and look for gentle rivers in the sky. Opposite the river, there is a wish under a tree. A tree takes away all my light, but it leaps in my heart.