雨水模糊了我的视线,竟让我分辨不清你的身影,它曾经是那么挺直,现在为何有了些许佝偻?你费力地蹬着车子,任雨水打湿了头发,而把那一方遮雨的伞留给了我。路,仍然是我们一起走过的路,天仍然是这阴霾的雨天,只是你已不再是你,我已不再是我,我想问,是谁染就了你的白发,刻就了你的皱纹,带走了我的稚嫩?记忆中,你用你的大手牵着我的小手,我们同撑一把伞,走在街上。你溺爱地把伞斜向我,让雨落向你,但我却偏偏厌恶这种保护,绝对不肯躲藏在你的伞下,与那有趣的雨隔 Rain blurred my sight, actually let me distinguish your figure, it used to be so straight, why now there is a little staggering? You effortlessly Dengzhe car, any rain damp hair, and that side of the cover Rain umbrella left me. The road is still the road we walked together. The sky is still the haze of the rainy day, but you are no longer you, I am no longer me, I want to ask, who dyed your white hair, inscribed Your wrinkles, take away my innocent? Memory, you use your big hand holding my little hand, we hold an umbrella, walking in the street. You cynically inclined my umbrella to let the rain fall on you, but I just dislike this protection, I absolutely will not hide under your umbrella, and the funny rains