浮云杳杳,江水承载着千年的厚重,透过层叠的水汽。听,是谁走出心灵的小屋,高歌一曲压着血韵着痛的“离骚”绝唱。岁月悠悠,天空积蓄着亘古的沧桑,透过迷蒙的云雾。看,是谁走出世俗的小屋,弹奏那首歌着伤唱着泪的“广陵”绝响。午夜梦回,月光透过玻璃在地上抹了一个斜斜的水框。转过头,屋内无尽的黑暗如同猛兽,一点点吞噬着 Floating clouds 杳 杳, the river carries thousands of years thick, through the water vapor cascade. Listen, who is out of the soul of the cabin, singing a song with a pressure Xueyun pain “Lisao ” never sing. Years long, the sky has accumulated the vicissitudes of life, through the misty clouds. Look, who is out of the secular hut, playing that song hurting to sing tears “Guangling ” absolutely noisy. Midnight dream, the moonlight through the glass wipe a slant of water on the ground frame. Turned around, endless darkness inside the house as a beast, a little bit devouring