曾经的年少轻狂,曾经的稚嫩纯真,在时光之中,铺上了岁月的灰尘,尘封在了神秘的空间中,再无余味音迹。眷眷留恋包裹在这生与死的过渡期中,酝酿出感情,猝然沉醉,何时拥有?那些谎言欺骗,何时淡忘,做到至之而笑;那些委屈伤心,何时可以将他们化为雨露,滋润涤洗;那些友谊何时才能回到过去没有瑕疵的日子。没有答案,在夜晚对着星星干上一杯纯净水,再来品一点清香。 Once young and frivolous, once pure innocence, in time, covered with years of dust, dust sealed in the mysterious space, no aftertaste. Nostalgia nostalgia package in the transitional period of this life and death, brewing out of feelings, suddenly intoxicated, when? Have those lies to deceive, when forgotten, to make it smile; those who grieved sad, when they can be turned into rain , Moisten and wash; when those friendships can return to the past without blemish. No answer, in the night against the stars dry a glass of pure water, and then a little fragrance products.