黑色的天,我的心哭过痛过之后只剩憔悴。我的眼泪,湿了脸,第一次知道伤心欲绝竟然是这种感觉。总以为痛苦之后一切都如镜花水月,没想到,直到眼泪哭干的那一刻,心痛却依旧。黑色的路在脚下无边地蔓延,宽阔,平坦,却没 In the dark days, my heart cries only when I cry. My tears wet my face, and for the first time I knew that it was this feeling of grief. I always thought that everything was like a mirror after the pain. I didn’t expect it to happen until the moment tears were crying, but my heartache was still there. The black road spreads endlessly under the feet, wide and flat, but not