边城,灯火阑珊,闪烁的霓虹亮出短暂的微笑,跟着夜空,沾一些难过,累积在胸口,仍不懂为什么。两年,会有多少梦,多少爱,多少恨,多少惆怅。我们的泪,我们的伤,我们的理想。黑朦朦的天空正下着雨,这不属于春天的节日,却上演了一个星期。我还记得,我们说,我们会快乐,我们十年后要带着自己的幸福回 The edge of the city, the dim light, flashing neon bright short smile, with the night sky, some sad, accumulated in the chest, still do not understand why. Two years, how many dreams will be, how much love, how much hate, how many melancholy. Our tears, our wounds, our dreams. Dark sky is raining, it does not belong to the spring festival, but staged a week. I remember, we said, we will be happy, we will bring our own happiness back ten years later