轻轻地,我来了,正如那时我轻轻地离开;我的心中充满惆怅,就像蝴蝶飞不过沧海。或许,我本不来的。这归来的脚步,逸起一片片血色的尘埃;这苍凉的歌声,勾起一阵阵心酸的浪漫。于是,我喜欢一个人躺在广阔的草坪上,一动不动地仰望那繁星闪烁的天空。本来也想云游远足,去阅读山的巍峨 Gently, I came, as I gently left; my heart was full of ripples, like a butterfly flying over the sea. Perhaps I could not come. In this returning step, a piece of bloody dust escaping; this desolate song evokes a wave of sour romance. So, I like to lie alone on a vast lawn, looking motionless at the starry sky. I would also like to hike and go and read the mountains