面无表情地穿越了四季,看着那些吵吵闹闹的音乐在我的身上生根发芽,路过了回忆之间,看着身后的影子被割裂,时光究竟带走了多少个无法丈量的年华,以至于在回首时迷茫的大雾几乎割断了天,只是有个朦胧的你,但是原谅我看不真切。十六年前,我出生的九月,你一定像所有长辈一样拍 Placid across the four seasons, watching those noisy music rooted in my body, passing memories, watching behind the shadow was split, the time took away how many can not be measured in order to As for the confused fog in the first look almost cut off the sky, but you have a hazy, but forgive me look unrealistic. Sixteen years ago, in September of my birth, you must have shot like all your elders