一凉风如同手指,穿过我的头发,一遍遍让长发轻扬。这样的季节,总带着无可名状的悲伤,为落尽的繁华,为失去的绿裳。这样的夜晚,在幽静的黑暗中,无意雕琢着自己孤寂的形象,形影清瘦,心意沉沉。窗外,寥落的流星坠落,拖一路清凉,花 A breeze like fingers, through my hair, over and over again for long hair. This season, always with an indescribable sadness, as the bustling downtown, lost green. This night, in the quiet of the darkness, no intention to carve his lonely image, thin and thin, deep in thought. Out of the window, the falling meteor falling, drag all the way cool, flowers