拉开窗帘,阳光只有一种颜色不论你喜欢赤橙黄绿青蓝紫当然情感无罪但它好像变色墨镜把整个世界染得非喜即悲把所有面孔扭曲给你看于是无知的你伸出指头“这个丑,那个美”别总给理智放假如果感情像雾那么当心它遮住了真理的彼岸如果感情像月光那么要知道它剽窃不了太阳的光线不 Open the curtains, the sun only has one color. Whatever you like, the orange, the yellow, the green, the blue and the blue are of course not guilty. But it looks like the color-changing sunglasses have dyed the whole world unpleasantly and grieffully twists all the faces for you to see if you are ignorant and stick out your fingers. “This ugly, that beauty” doesn’t always give intellectual leave. If the feeling is like a fog, be careful that it hides the other side of the truth. If the feeling is like the moonlight, then you know it cannot plagiarize the sun’s rays.