始末既定,面对路途,唯有轻踏才感沉着。曾想过,如果就这样平凡地走下去,人生是否会因平凡而分外精彩。感触就像血液一般不停地从我的心脏流过,会演变成功力,继而归于沉寂。幻想着自己有一天会握着笔这样不停地写,不停地写,忘记时间,忘记自己。跳出自己,用落在笔尖的墨水去记录些什么,顺着风一样的流年,像小孩子踏水般的欢呼雀跃,转身便可见爱我和我爱的人。或许,这才是我渴望的宿命。 Throughout the established, the face of the road, only light tread talent calm. Have you ever wondered, if you go on like this, will life be exceptionally extraordinary. Feelings flow through my heart as blood constantly, evolve into success, and then go to silence. Imagine myself one day holding a pen so keep writing, keep writing, forgetting time, forget yourself. Out of my own, with the ink on the tip of the pen to record what, down the wind the same age, like a child cheers joyous, turned around you can see love me and my loved ones. Perhaps this is the fate of my desire.