总是惊醒,惊醒在理智徘徊于情结之上时;拂落的,是贴在窗上的那一片天空。知晓岁月还在延续,我能遗忘瞬间的掌声,在已抹去的记忆,却忘不了那是一场难演的戏,不知有多少对眼睛,在聚精会神看着的,是逝去的一段人生舞台,或许是赞赏,或者是责贬。 Always awakened, woke up in the intellect wandering in the complex when the above; brushed off, is posted on the window that sky. Knowing the years are still continuing, I can forget the applause of the moment, in the erased memories, but can not forget that it is a difficult show, I do not know how much the eyes, looking attentively, is a lost stage of life , Perhaps appreciated, or blamed.