不知不觉间已经独自坐了很久,面前的书只是一种摆设,脑海里塞满了你的影子,无论我怎样努力也无法为昔日与我志趣相投的文字找到一个容身之处。我只有投降,合上书,给你写信。第一次相遇、第一次说话、第一次同行、第一次……眼前晃动着一组组画面,仿佛一切都在昨天,我不是诗人,做不到那般洒脱,挥一挥衣袖,不带走一片云彩。这是我人生最美的记忆,我怎能将其抛弃? 虽然你拒绝了我,但我依然很庆幸,茫茫人海,芸芸众生,可以与你相识,这已足够, 我还奢求什么?"不去想爱都结 Unwittingly sat alone for a long time, in front of the book is just a decoration, my mind full of your shadow, no matter how hard I can not for the past and I like to find a place to find the text. I only surrender, close the book, write to you. The first time I met, I talked for the first time, the first time I walked for the first time ... shaking a group of pictures in front of us. It seemed that everything was yesterday. I was not a poet, I could not do that. , Do not take away a cloud. This is the most beautiful memory of my life, how can I abandon it? Although you rejected me, but I am still very fortunate that the vast sea of ​​people, mortal beings, you can meet, which is enough, I also luxury what? Want to love all knot