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城市故事我在深夜的风中走着,头发扬起来遮住了眼睛,竟有些难忍的酸涩和疼痛。城市的夜晚,是金银与铁石铸成的堡垒,是衣香和鬓影交织的迷梦。人们藏匿在这座堡垒里不忍离开,沉寂在这个迷梦里不愿醒来。街边的路灯颓然地俯视着地面上的景象,它们投下的昏黄光晕把人幻化成一个个暗淡的虚影。
City Story I walked in the middle of the night wind, hair raised up to cover my eyes, actually some unbearable sour and pain. The night of the city, a fortress made of gold, silver and stone, is a fantasy dream of interweaving incense and shadow. People hiding in this fortress could not bear to leave, silence in this dream do not want to wake up. Street lamps slumped down overlooking the scenery on the ground, they cast a dizzy halo of people turned into a bleak ghost.