媚。很早很早,就想写一篇关于你的文了。可是这种渴望,被我压抑了很久,才爆发出来我知道,这样写出来的你,才会与真实的你贴近。因为你是非常非常,难以描绘的呢。你是一个那样出尘的女子。曾经的我是多么的沉醉于你漆黑的眸子,那双隐藏着你远去的灿烂年华和记忆的,如潭水般深不见底的眸子。我曾经靠着冰凉的铁质栏杆,仰望梦寐里的那尾 Mei. Very early very early, wanted to write a text about you. However, this longing, I suppressed for a long time before it broke out I know that written in this way, you will be close to the real you. Because you are very, very hard to describe yet. You are a dusty woman Once I was intoxicated with your dark eyes, that pair of hidden away your splendid years and memory, such as the lake bottomless eye. I used to rely on the cold iron railings, looking at the end of the dream