我将稚年藏挟在裙角,林间倾落下的碎阳衬我的眼角发梢,柔柔抬头便成了珠玉珍宝。故事起始的时候都说从前,从前便是你我之间起承转结之间生出第一个音调。你错身而过的注目撩拨出我隐隐的预感,从玫瑰边缝里偷窥是你骄傲倔强的侧面。甜蜜甜腻香甜化为开场的起幕,于是属于我的幼时在此圆舞终结。接下来华丽的开演,只是我和你的盛宴。 I will be held in skirts juvenile years, the forest fell from the broken sun shines on the corner of my eyes, soft-looking has become a jewel jewels. At the beginning of the story, I used to say that once in a while the first tone was born between you and me. Your disguise and attention stooped out my faint hunch, peeping from the rose edge is your proud stubborn side. Sweet and sweet sweetened into the opening of the curtain, so belongs to my childhood end in this round dance. The gorgeous performance next, just me and your feast.