天,昏暗了,我抬头望着那橘黄色的美丽黄昏,若有所思。尽管我知道,在那条熟悉的小路上,那个我在心里默默期盼的身影,他还不会出现,但我,却依旧傻傻地等待着。此时,我的眼眶,不禁红了,在那不起眼的角落,让我再一次,想象了熟悉的他:在蓝天的尽头,一只已有些飞不动的老鸟,却依旧那么地卖力,在天边飞 Days, dim, I looked up at the beautiful orange dusk, thoughtfully. Although I know that in the familiar path, I figure in my heart silently looking forward, he will not appear, but I, but still stupidly waiting for. At this time, my eyes, could not help but red, in that humble corner, once again, I imagined the familiar: at the end of the sky, a bird that has been flying some, but still so hard Fly in the sky