陌生的你,在天涯,在眼前,在数千年人类历史?在梦里,在醒时,在白天黑夜夏天冬季?冥冥中,该不该坚持心中的秘密?如等一场盛开,在花枝繁茂时遇见你。即使你也会觉出不是相见后的俗气,觉得不如天山雪莲,冷傲高洁,便是俗世的欲望与利益。思念的光照不亮你,只能温暖自己,你如一片雪,在黑夜里,静静飘落。只愿意看着,而不愿伸手去接,因为不愿意看你融化的苦涩,也怕你被手指间 Unfamiliar you in the horizon, in front of thousands of years of human history? In the dream, when awake, day and night in the summer of winter? Somewhere, should not insist on the secret of the heart, such as waiting for a bloom in the I met you when it was blooming Even if you will feel not tacky after the cheesy, feel better than Tianshan snow lotus, pride and proud, it is earthly desires and interests. Missing light does not shine you, only warm yourself, you as a snow, in the dark, quietly falling. Only willing to look at, and do not want to reach out, because you do not want to see you melted bitter, afraid of being between your fingers