把心之梦揉皱,揉成晶莹的七彩玻璃球,在夜风中,在淡蓝的诱惑与迷惘中,顺着冰冷的台阶跌落,任由碎裂,溅向何方——破灭,是一种完美的结束,死而后生。独自在廊桥,我像一只不会歌唱的夜莺,或者说是一个不习惯呻吟的病人,灵魂和思想都被路过廊桥的风,吹散。如此美丽的景致,难怪会有梦。可是,梦到尽头呢——那些透亮的玻璃球呢?我怎么找也找不 Crumple the heart dream, rubbing into crystal colorful glass ball, in the night wind, the temptation and confusion in the light blue, along the cold steps drop, let the fragmentation, splash to where - burst, is a The perfect end, afterlife. Alone at the Covered Bridge, I was like a nightingale who could not sing, or a patient who was not used to moaning, the soul and thoughts were blown away by the passage of bridges. So beautiful scenery, no wonder there will be a dream. However, the end of the dream it - those translucent glass ball it? How can I find it or not