你抱着我,眼泪一滴滴地落,打在我的心上,湿了一片。天黑了,喧嚣渐渐散去,显出疲倦的脸色,树木和水泥房也开始静默。他们都睡了,你却执拗着不肯跟今天说再见。十五年的光景,你还是没学会消化眼泪,悲伤轻轻一推,你就会被打倒在地,但也还好,你习惯小心隐忍,习惯偷偷将悲伤装进口袋,从不对他人大方,除了我。 You hugged me, tears fall, hit in my heart, a wet. Dark, the hustle and bustle gradually dispersed, showing a tired face, trees and concrete houses began to silence. They are asleep, but you are reluctant to refuse to say goodbye to today. Fifteen years of the scene, you still did not learn to digest tears, sad gently pushed, you will be beaten to the ground, but fortunately, you are used to be patient and forbear, the habit of secretly sad into the pocket, never generous to others, except me.