你可曾欣赏过西下的夕阳,感受它无尽的凄凉?你可曾倾心于天际的浮云,体味它别具一格的神秘与浪漫?也许在世人眼中,成功是一首歌,一首承载着无尽欢乐的歌。曾记否?风雨中的摧残,黑夜里的寂寞,寒光里的清冷……一切在混沌的天地间纷飞:雨纷飞,飞在天空里的是我的眼泪;泪低垂,垂在手心里的是我的抚慰。失败本来只是残缺,但更透着一种美,一种无尽的美。 Have you ever enjoyed watching the setting sun in the west, feeling the endless bleakness of it? Have you ever been immersed in the clouds in the sky, savoring its unique mystery and romance? Perhaps in the eyes of the world, success is a song, and a song carries endless joy. s song. Did you remember? The destruction in the storm, the loneliness in the night, the coldness in the coldness... All fly in the world of chaos: The rain is flying, and it is my tears in the sky; The tears hang down and fall in the palm of my hand. It is my comfort. Failure was originally incomplete, but it also revealed a kind of beauty, an endless beauty.