午夜的灯，散出串串昏暗的光，似一阵阵寒冷的风，你的信，很悲惋，煞似风中飘零的枯叶。秋风吹过，叶纷飞，如纸币，慰藉我失落的灵魂，风为悲，叶为泪，你在今晚诉说着宇宙千截的苍茫，我无法破译这生之无常。于是，举手推窗欲问天，你却飞身而过，投入一片灰色的天际，我无 Midnight lights, scattered strings of dim light, like a burst of cold wind, your letter, it is sad, really like the dead leaves falling in the wind. Autumn wind blows, leaf fly, such as banknotes, comfort my lost soul, the wind is sad, leaves are tears, you are tonight telling the vastness of the universe, I can not decipher the impermanence of this life. So, push the window to ask the day, but you’re flying over, into a gray sky, I have no