月色下,我只关注这座小城,它像流云一样的静谧,祥和。灰色的长椅上蜷曲着枯叶,不去探究它忧伤的理由。灯光孤寂地铺在地上,想着落日的喘息,连着一个身影,加重了身体的分量。风从寂寞的远边过来,让白日的风景和城中平民的色彩,连同落叶追随着季节的移动泄露岁月的忧伤。清晨,消瘦的白掠过虚构的灯光,小城解开影子,缓缓地,让失语的春天找到生命的安宁。阳光开始说话,让疯长的孤独从一片叶子落地的细碎声响起,道别天空和大 Under the moonlight, I only pay attention to this small town, which is as quiet and peaceful as the clouds. Curled up on a gray bench leaves, not to explore its sad reasons. Light lonely on the ground, thinking of the breath of the sun, attached to a figure, increasing the weight of the body. The wind comes from the lonely far side, letting the daytime scenery and the color of civilians in the city, along with the leaves to follow the seasons of the mobile leak years of sadness. In the early morning, the thin white passes over the imaginary lights and the town unlocks the shadow, slowly allowing the aphasia spring to find the peace of life. Sunshine began to speak, so crazy lonely from the fragmentation of a leaf landing sound, say goodbye to the sky and the big