你的眼睛总藏着一个秘密。我知道,那是一条你总在心里牵挂的红帆船。红色的帆船,总在你的梦里飘摇,夜夜驶进你的心房,静静泊入你的心灵深处。你将心仔细凿成一条船,鲜艳的帆是否用你的泪作经,你的血作纬密密地织成,血红血红的,那片。高高的桅杆定是你有力的臂膀,因为除了你之外,没有人会有力量将那叶沉重的帆缓缓 Your eyes always have a secret. I know that it is a red sailing boat that you always care about. The red sailboat always floats in your dreams and enters your heart every night. It quietly sinks into your heart. You carefully carve out a ship, whether the bright sails are written in your tears, and your blood is woven densely into red blood and blood. The high mast must be your powerful arm, because no one but you will have the power to slow down that heavy sail.