在窗外徘徊,花枝风影,若有若无。而我如梦初觉,如茶清澈,无暝色荒愁,只淡然悠远,温润纯粹。流光仓促亦温柔,记得行途中那些明净的风景,忘记一些薄冷的片段。岁序时令,深邃有情,相知相安。是人世太过安稳,竹风太过清凉,还是琴音太过多情,令我内心如此沉静悠缓,又怅然不尽。一首曲子偶然地牵引出那被时光层层封存的记忆,轻轻地敲打在会疼的心上。湿润的记忆沉静如碧云秋水,远去了又走近。再清醒的梦也会滋生感伤,不 Wandering outside the window, squid shadows, Ruowuowu. And I dream a dream, such as tea clear, non-ferocious shortage of sorrow, only indifferent distant, moist pure. Streamer rush also gentle, I remember those bright scenery on the road, forget some cold fragments. Order seasonal, deep affectionate, knowing each other peace. Life is too stable, bamboo wind is too cool, or too passionate tone, so calm my heart so slowly, but also a sense of loss. A piece of music occasionally pulls out the memory of time and place sealed, gently beat in the painful heart. Wet memory, such as Biyun Qiu Shui, gone and approached. Re-conscious dreams also breed sentimentality, no