落雪了,这是今冬第一个有雪的夜,蹒跚街头的我几乎要冻僵了,此时觉得自己像“卖火柴的小女孩”般想有堆火,可我没有。去年,也是初雪的冬夜,我们漫步街头,你说:“以后我们不要再见面了。”语音充满惆怅和无奈,你嘴角一牵还想说什么,但终于欲言又止,只是定定地望我……最后,你挥手道别,留下你在路灯光晕里时隐时现的倩影,留下我在雪絮间荡来曳去的孤独。人说,善良、温柔的女孩是水做的,于是你像水一般无声 Falling snow, this is the first snowy night of this winter, I almost frozen in the streets, I feel like a “little girl selling matches” like a fire, but I did not. Last year, but also the beginning of the winter snowy night, we walk the streets, you say: “We will not meet again later. ” Voice filled with melancholy and helplessness, what do you want to say about your mouth, but finally, Looked at me in the end ... ... Finally, you wave goodbye, leaving you hidden in the lights when the hidden shadow, leaving me wandering in the snow flutter lonely. People say good, gentle girl is made of water, so you are silent like water