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等你,等到忘了我在等你。太阳下,静止的一切都在画着圆规,开花的树、长椅、我。那棵树开着好看的花,大概是一千朵粉色的花瓣上落着一万多粉色的蝴蝶,也说不定。风一吹,花蝴蝶就纷纷飘过眼前,落到长椅上、裙裳、脚的跟前。它们的样子和颜色不一样,大概每个的心思也各不同,呢喃的花语必然也不同。想到这些,我就突然六神无主起来。记得有人说,花开是有声音的,但室内的花草却不会。这句话有着神奇的魔力,曾经让我满怀憧憬,如今我坐在它跟前,应该
Wait for you, wait until you forget I’m waiting for you. Under the sun, still everything is painted with compasses, flowering trees, benches, me. The tree was a beautiful flower, about a thousand pink petals falling on more than ten thousand pink butterflies. Wind blows, butterflies have drifted across the front, fell to the bench, skirts, feet in front of. They look and color are not the same, probably each has different minds, whispering florid necessarily different. With these thoughts in mind, I suddenly became a godless owner. I remember someone said that the flower is a sound, but the flowers are not indoor. This sentence has a magical magic, once let me full of longing, and now I sit in front of it, it should be