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花香无痕花开在夜里。而梦在花香之内缥缈,你也在缥缈之中数着孤独的时日。深秋,始终是你一枚心事,在风声里隐形。那些看得见的飞鸟,那些看不见的虫鸣,像淡淡的阳光划过你岛屿的身体。你离开记忆,就失去了初始。在寂寞的最深渊,依然闻到那一丝温暖,那时隐时现的香味。像那抹不去的体味。在这沉陷的底部,你无法沉陷。你的呼吸,是最后的开口,青草的味道,乡村的味道,亲人的味道。挽救。回味。风尘,带着泥腥,带着俗气,带着奢华,带着艳丽,反复摇荡一树的叶,让你开花之后凋零。是灿烂的余音。
No trace of floral flowers in the night. And the dream is in the fragrance of flowers, you are counting among the lonely days. Autumn is always your heart, invisible in the wind. Those who can see the birds, the insects that can not be seen, like a touch of sunshine across the island’s body. When you leave memory, you lose the beginning. In the most abyss of loneliness, still smell the trace of warmth, then the hidden flavor. Like that can not go to appreciate the body odor. At the bottom of this depression, you can not sink. Your breath, is the last opening, the taste of grass, the taste of the country, the taste of loved ones. save. Aftertaste Dust, with a bloody, with tacky, with luxury, with beautiful, repeatedly shaking a tree leaves, let you blossom after dying. Is a brilliant reverberation.