时间如水,凉凉地漫过每一寸肌肤。岁月载着人生这片孤舟,时而把孤舟用激浪带上天,你风光过;时而在礁石的磕碰中,最终陷入漩涡,你消沉过。身边的人过客似的匆匆来又匆匆去,只可共享乐不可共患难。却总有这样一双手在激流中紧握着你,即使头破血流后也不松开。 Time like water, cool every inch of skin. Years of life with this lonely boat, and sometimes the lonely boat with the sky with waves, you scenery; sometimes in the rock bump, and eventually plunge into a whirlpool, you depression. People around like a passer-by to hurry to go, can only be shared hard to share. But there is always such a pair of hands holding you in the torrent, even after a bad blood is not released.