你在看窗外的风景,淡淡的岑寂写在你的掌心,透过一层又一层倒映的玻璃。我望见了我的眼睛。你手中没有终点的车票,将带着你在铺满鹅卵石的轨道上前行。此时的你,应该是孤独的、幸福的,有了许多企盼。你在看窗外的风景,而我在看你。冬日的风,掠过密密的枝芽,带来了一股阳光的气息。你接受了这 You are looking out the window of the landscape, a touch of quiet written in your palm, through the layers of reflection of the glass. I saw my eyes. A ticket without an end in your hand will carry you on a cobblestone track. At this time you, should be lonely, happy, with many expectations. You are looking out the window of the landscape, and I am looking at you. The winter wind, passing the dense branches bud, brought a sunshine atmosphere. You accepted this