每次分别,都是我最不愿面对的时刻。我摇下车窗,轻咬下唇,面带微笑,向你挥别,车子缓缓开出你的视线,我不回头,不是不想,是泪水湿了双眼,怕打湿了满怀离愁。今夜,我靠在飘窗的一隅,看落日的余晖一点点融进夜色,华灯初上时,伤怀之美由心而生。于是,我轻轻剪下一枚错落时光,在梦与醒之间,静静地,想你。我们相逢在春天。从此,我便认定了一年四季哪一个季节也美不过春天。记得有一年的五月,柳树已抽出了新芽, Each time, are the last time I want to face. I rock the window, nibble under the lip, with a smile, say goodbye to you, the car slowly out of your sight, I do not look back, do not want to, tears wet eyes, afraid of wet full of sadness. Tonight, I lean on the corner of the bay window, watching the glow of the setting sun a little bit into the night, the Chinese lantern, sorrowful beauty born. So, I gently cut off a patchwork of time, between the dream and wake up, quietly, miss you. We meet in the spring. Since then, I decided that the seasons of the year is also beautiful but the spring. I remember one year in May, willow has taken out new shoots,