空荡荡的房间里,已没有你每晚都为我亮着的小夜灯。落有灰尘的书桌上,只有你的一张照片,静静地摆在那儿,始终对着我,慈祥地微笑……夜深人静,万家灯火已熄,我躺在床上,却是辗转反侧,难以入眠。闭上眼睛,梦中的情景历历浮现,与现实重叠,让人分不清是真实还是虚无。梦中,你依旧是一身朴素的衣裤,系着洗得褪了色的围裙,你故作生气 Empty room, there is no night light you light for me every night. There was only a picture of you in the dusty desk. I was quietly standing there and always smiling at me kindly. I was in the dead of night. I was in bed, but I was lying on my bed, . Close your eyes, the scenes of the dreams come to an end, overlap with the reality, people can not tell is true or nothingness. Dream, you are still a simple clothes, wearing a faded aprons, you get angry