一条辑上.与多少人擦肩而过。又有多少人能成为像你仍一样的知己,懂我,品我,助我?——题记将耳机的音量调到最大,淹没外界一切喧哗,只剩下心灵缓缓倾诉的声音。迈开脚步,走上那条街的路。布绒店中的娃娃已经陈旧,被遗忘在角落里显得那么寂寞,人来人往经过她的身边,有谁记得她曾有过的美丽?将她轻轻拈起,她透过我的心灵,用那最后微弱的声音向我讲述着与你的记忆——那个卷发 A series, with many people pass by. How many people can be like you are still the same confidant, know me, product me, help me? - Inscription will be the maximum volume of the headset, submerging all the noisy outside, leaving only the soul slowly talk voices. Take the footsteps and embark on the road to that street. The cloth doll shop in the old doll, was forgotten in the corner seemed so lonely, people come and go by her side, who remember the beauty she had had? Gently pick up her, she through my heart , With the last faint voice to tell me about your memories - that curly hair