城里的月光,把梦照亮。——题记岁月模糊的只是那些无关紧要的描摹与渲染,一抹色彩在梦里时隐时现,而那些构成记忆的线条却日久弥深,就如同城里的月光,把我梦照亮。是夜,夜深孤灯,黑暗渐渐侵染着我,我在床上辗转反侧,护着我一颗敏感的心,偷偷蜷缩在床角哭泣。狭隘的天地中苟活了一个狭隘的我,每天不知今夕是何夕的疲惫痛苦着,做着噩梦,我痛恨这样的我却不敢阖上双目,留下一盏灯。 The moonlight in the city, the dream light. - Inscriptions vague but only those irrelevant tracing and rendering, a touch of color in the dream when the hidden reality, and those lines constitute memory of the darkness of time, like the moonlight in the city, my dream bright. Night and night dark solitary lights, the darkness gradually invaded me, I was tossing in the bed, guarding me a sensitive heart, secretly curled up in the bed corner crying. Narrow world in which I live a narrow me, I do not know the eve of the eve of Tonge is exhausted painful, doing a nightmare, I hate this I can not close my eyes, leaving a lamp.