春天渐渐变深的时候,你离我而去了。好像惊雷过后的静寂雨夜,水声喧哗,湿气浑浊,哪里都不可去,只是待在家里,守着黑暗的窗。就在前些天,我午后昏睡醒来,看到蜜糖一样温软的阳光轻轻地铺在墙上,这样的寂寞这样的安静,便感到了“草堂春睡醒,窗外日迟迟”这句诗的落达意味,就在纸上为你写:我们这一生,会遇到多少人,缘分皆朝生暮死脆弱如露水。唯独与你,像是一条生生不息的河流。我知道我们迟早会输给时间或者世情,但不知 When the spring is getting darker, you leave me. Seeming to thunder after the quiet rainy night, water noise, moisture turbidity, where can not go, but stay at home, guarding the dark window. Just a few days ago, I woke up in the afternoon and saw soft warmth of honey as softly on the wall, so lonely quiet, they felt "This poem falls means to write for you on paper: how many people will we encounter in this life, fate is fragile, such as dew. Only with you, like an endless stream of rivers. I know we will lose to the time or the world sooner or later, but I do not know