携一抹尘埃,揣一段往事,独对一弯冷月,一种刻骨的柔情萦于脑海中,无声的寂寞在指尖滴落,霓裳轻舞间,尘烟散尽。多想,在时光的雾霭流岚中沉静的老去。搁浅记忆散碎的时光,微闭眼眸,将缕缕相思化入一场没有归期的相遇。绾青丝,梳白发,且念君,尚未归。人生,没有只若初见的开始,亦没有只若初见的美丽。 Carry a touch of dust, hides a period of past events, alone on a crescendo, a keen tenderness lingering in my mind, silent loneliness dripping at the fingertips, Seduction, the dust cleared. Think about it, in the mist of the time flowing lange in the quiet old. Stranded memory scattered time, micro-blindfolded, will be strands of Acacia into a matchless encounter.绾 black hair, comb white hair, and read Jun, not yet returned. Life is not only the beginning of the beginning, nor the beauty of the first see.