流星雨,划过天际,凝神望着皓月的白。涂染蓝天,心灵的交汇,何时能抵达梦境的出口,让过去留下一抹剪影。重温过去,已没有太多的意义。满载一船星辉,你在对岸挥手,我已经品尝到了春天。游走季节的阡陌,我看到那双迷离的眼,渺渺云烟,淡淡脂香。雕琢成你写给我的诗。 Meteor shower, across the sky, looking at Haoyue white. Painting the blue sky, the intersection of the soul, when to reach the dream exit, leaving the past a touch of silhouette. It is not much sense to relive the past. Full of a ship full of stars, you wave the other side, I have tasted the spring. Walking terraced rice terraced fields, I saw that blurred eyes, vague, light fat. Carve into the poem you wrote to me.