雨纷纷扬扬地下着,滴滴答答,像是流不完的眼泪。远处的山、远处的树静静地伫立。一个人默默地走,走进那些记忆,那些繁华,破碎的梦谁又能拾得起?晨曦里,我踏着薄雾用我温柔的掌心收藏草尖上的露珠,轻轻地,生怕一阵风来摇碎你,就像摇碎我思念他的泪花。轻轻地放在那朵还 The rain floated underground, ticking, like endless tears. The distant mountains, distant trees quietly stand. A walk in silence, into those memories, those bustling, broken dream who can pick up? In the morning, I marching misty palm with my gentle collection of dew on the grass, gently, for fear of a gust of wind Shake you, like shattering I miss his tears. Put it gently on that flower also