在没有绿的春天里,我告诫自己不要把春天弄丢了。可是,就在这样时刻我打算把你忘记,十分彻底地忘记。我把心底的每一个角落都打扫了一遍,可是你还是在最黑的那个雨夜里出现在我的梦里。你说:“放手吧,已经很累。”自知之明的我没有勇气问你理由,但是还是没有骨气地紧紧拉着想念的手不放,这让我无比惆怅。我已经分不清什么叫恨什么叫爱了。我真的不糊涂十分清醒着。一个人清醒的时候想不清 In the spring without green, I cautioned myself not to lose the spring. However, at this moment I intend to forget you, very thoroughly forgotten. I cleaned every corner of my heart, but you still appear in my dream in the darkest rainy night. You say: “let it go, already tired. ” I know the reason I do not have the courage to ask you a reason, but still unspiritingly holding the missing hand, it makes me extremely melancholy. I can not tell what to hate what is love. I really do not confused very awake. Can not think clearly when one is awake