是否下着奇异果汁的雨,融化了地上所有的行人?剩下不说话的伞,旋转出滴答的旋律:“时光,时光。”是否风吻疼了路边的蒲公英,所以她一瞬苍老.永恒成伤?我听见一朵花微凉的叹息:“时光,时光。”白衣服的少女蒙着面,在河边洗着一只染红的水晶鞋。身后的树枝上挂着黑色的长斗篷。少女赤脚踩在河边的石子上,石子吱呀怪响:“时光,时光。”长鼻子的木偶人存除夕夜的街道上,用捡到的火柴点燃了自己,蜷成一团,拥抱着 Is there any rain of kiwi juice that melts all the pedestrians on the ground? The untranslated umbrella leaves the melody ticking: “Time, time.” Does the wind blow a dandelion on the curb, so she’s old. Eternal hurt? I heard a flower sigh coolly: “Time, time.” “The white girl covered her face and washed a dyed red crystal shoe by the river. Behind the branches hanging black long cloak. The girl barefoot stepped on the stone by the river, the stone creak strange ring: ”The time, time.“ ”The nose of the puppet who kept the eve of the street, picked up the match with their matches, curled up, hugged With