世界不知谁所有,谁会自己寻找自己?一生需要历经几次侧身行走,欲望才会真相的窠曰里摆满不合脚的鞋子。有了香气,花瓣才得到了参观春天的盘缠。我渡口问津,山巔邀云,一个拒绝史诗的年代,功过相抵更是罪愆。取下—生的面具,只有妥协,不敢沽价。 I do not know who the world knows, who will find their own? Life after several sideways walking, desire to be the truth, said in full of unworthy shoes. With the aroma, the petals were given a chance to visit the spring. I cross my mouth, mountains invited cloud, a era of rejecting epic, work is more than offsetting sin. Remove - born mask, only compromise, can not sell price.