世界从你离开的那刻起便淡泊如水,时间勾勒出我深深的眼圈。我看见时光穿过岁月的罅隙,在你的身侧落满哀怨的旧叶。它们像陈年腐败的往事堆起厚厚一层,在日子里朽灭成灰。我看着还残留着你的温度的空气,想着还有下一次离别,却不会有下一次相见。时光倒回很久以前,阳光泼墨,世界的色彩很温吞。你笑着俯在窗口,把各种款式的凌乱都收在眼底。我的动作毫无保留,陷入你眼窝深邃的海, The world is indifferent to water from the moment you leave, time sketches out my deep eye. I saw time passing through the gap of years, with sad old leaves on your side. They are a thick layer of old-fashioned corruption, and they are asylum in the days. I watched the air still with your temperature, thinking about the next time you leave, but not the next meet. Long time ago, the sun was splashing and the color of the world was very swallowed. You laugh in the window, all kinds of messy style in the eyes. My actions without reservation, caught in the deep sea of ​​your eyes,