晨风微冷,天色宛如一坨铅,灰的沉甸甸。心和天空一样压抑,今天清明,是拜扫的日子。而我,没有黑纱素菊未备香烛冥钞,神伤到嗅着空气都带着悲凉。并不想哀念哪位故人,逝者如斯谁也脱不了轮回。真的好想他,却不是缘于爱,而是因为曾经爱到无法释怀。混沌半日天气如故。掌灯时分,半空又扬起漫天沙尘……掩起窗,呆坐在房内苦熬心性,忆起昔日欢愉磋叹薄命。又想起往事将同爱情一起入馆,被埋葬在心底某处幽 Cold morning breeze, the sky like a lump of lead, ash heavy. Heart and sky as depressing, Qingming today, is the day of worship. And me, there is no melancholic jasmine not incense medal, sad to sniff the air with sadness. Who do not want to miss the deceased person, the deceased who can not take off the reincarnation. Really miss him, but not because of love, but because I had loved to not be relieved. Chaos half the weather as before. When the palm-lighted lamp, mid-air again raised dust and sky ... ... cover the window, stay in the room bitter heart, remember the old joy joke thin life. I remember the past will be together with the love of the museum, was buried somewhere in my heart quiet