转眼,相聚的时光好像剩下的是一朵回眸的万水千山了。我依然不在叹息的涟漪里懊恼。日子是在憧憬中绿意盎然。尽管遗憾依然在贴着我的胸口款步。明天又得去一趟机场了,是飞机将人带向那遥远的地方,还是渴求的本身?当聚散变为生命的常态,变为回不去的不是地方,我仍然在行囊里装上一片 Blink of an eye, the time together seems to be the rest of a great opportunity to review. I am still not annoyed in the ripples of sighs. Days are in the longing green. Although sorry still stuck to my chest. Tomorrow I have to go to the airport again, is the plane to take people to that distant place, or the thirst of itself? When the concentration changes into the normal of life, it is not the place that can not be turned back, I am still in the luggage one slice