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时间的河流淌啊淌就像风,正面的风试图贴近背面的风,这距离,是三生三世也不可能。就像乌鸦的叫声,它惊醒了无数灵魂,却无法惊醒寒冬的一夜。就像小小的一道缝,地缝好过,心缝难越。就像大厦的琴弦,醉酒的月亮可以尽情弹奏,而开花的路灯,却只能活在渴望之中。时间的河流淌啊淌,成熟的麦穗弯下了腰。行进的人,挺直了胸。晾在树上的风,看见一片叶子舒展开身体的过程。跑在路上的叶,看见一群蚂蚁忙忙碌碌的辛劳。贴近大地的脚,发现幸福就在脚下。
The river flowing in time is dripping like a wind, and the wind in the front tries to be close to the wind in the back. This distance is impossible for Sansheng III. Like the crow’s voice, it awakened countless souls, but can not awake the winter night. Like a small seam, to seam well, heart seam difficult. Like the strings of the building, the drunken moon can enjoy playing, and the flowering street lamp can only live in longing. Time flowing river drip, ripe wheat bent over the waist. Walking people, straight chest. Drying the wind in the trees, saw a leaf stretching the body’s process. Leaves running on the road, saw a group of ants hard work. Close to the foot of the earth, found happiness at the foot.