你轻轻抽出你的手,抚过我虚空的落寞,让我低低垂下目光,忘记那段温暖的来路,清澈的双眸荡起层层碧波,山川黯淡,所有的梦想停在远处,此刻,你有多少假想的徘徊被我的忧伤缠绕。浮萍,我是你最后的浪。这是唯一的,没有通过我寂寞的波心而迅疾的流逝,一日千里,远离你,在你瑰丽的照射中,我泪如雨下。我想紧紧拉住你青涩的双手,爱人呀,你无根的飘浮,怎么就不能永眠下我孤独的跋涉? You gently out of your hand, stroking my empty lonely, let me down and glanced, forget that warmth of the road, the clear eyes swinging layers of blue sky, mountains and dark, all the dream parked in the distance, At the moment, how many hypothetical wanders you have been entangled in my sadness. Duckweed, I am your last wave. This is the only one that has not flowed through my lonely heart and swiftness. It was moving away from you, and in my magnificent exposure I burst into tears. I want to firmly hold your green hands, lover Yeah, you are rootless floating, how can we not sleep under my lonely journey?