爱是凡尘的罪,也是脱俗的色。色即是空,空即是色,色不离空,空不离色。爱若不增不减,心就不生不灭。那个一袭青衣的女孩,原谅那时的我才发芽,你却已开花。初遇,乱我心弦那天,你从窗外路过,怀抱三本还是两本书,那已不重要了,我只记得你一袭青衣,带着淡淡的清香。当时我心起涟漪,你姿态翩跹。明媚的暖光在你光洁的额头上洒下白晕,透过薄薄的玻璃,迷了我的眼。我 Love is the sin of all mortals, but also the refined color. Color is empty, empty is color, color is not empty, not empty. If love does not increase, the heart will not live forever. The girl dressed in Tsing Yi, forgive me then germination, but you have flowered. First encounter, chaos my heart that day, you pass by the window, embrace three or two books, it is not important, I just remember you dressed in Tsing Yi, with a touch of fragrance. At that time, my heart ripples, your attitude is elegant. Bright warm light in your clean forehead shed white halo, through a thin glass, lost my eyes. I