命运,五彩缤纷。说不清,道不尽哪一种色彩属于自己,也许是像雪一样洁白无暇;也许是带着深沉的黑色;也许是炽热奔放的红色;也许是深邃而晶莹的蓝色;也许是带着浪漫而柔和的玫瑰色。命运,亦真亦幻。摸不到、抓不住它的时代脉搏,也许是千篇一律;也许是支离破碎;也许是金碧辉煌;也 Destiny, colorful. I can’t tell which path my color belongs to myself. It may be as white as snow; perhaps with deep black; perhaps red with passion; perhaps a deep, crystal blue; perhaps with Romantic and soft rose color. Fate is also true and false. The pulse of the times in which it cannot reach or catch it may be the same; it may be fragmented; it may be magnificent;