唱总在奔跑,从冬到春,清寂的心翻越冬雪,叙述犯困。错过了无数春光一再坍塌的思想,化为一滩水,洇湿了红灯笼。荒芜久了,土地的寂寞与苍凉,发出声响。河边哭泣的女孩,手里握着玫瑰,水落石出。风潜伏,空气阴晴不定,镜子外的星星孤独。呼喊的嗓子干裂,掌心里摇荡的春,融化。阴山南北都是回心转意的眼神,梦未能靠岸,弥漫。含苞欲放的琴声,旷野中的往事,轻轻飘落在一枚将要染绿的草叶上。一声低喃,月无言,夜与昼之间的玻璃, Singing is always running, from winter to spring, quiet silence over the winter snow, narrative sleepy. Missed countless spring repeatedly collapsed thought, into a beach of water, wet red lanterns. Deserted for a long time, the land of loneliness and desolation, uttered the sound. The girl crying by the river, holding a rose in her hand, settling out. The wind lurks, the air is cloudy, the stars are lonely outside the mirror. Shouting throat chapped, palm spring shakes, melted. Yinshan North and South are turning their eyes, the dream failed to shore, filled. Hanbaoyuqin piano sound, the past in the wilderness, gently falling on a blade of grass to be dyed green. A murmured, silent on the moon, the glass between night and day,