时间的沙漏滴落着不会回头的时光,记忆的双手总是拾起细碎的忧伤。青春的羽翼,划破伤痛的记忆:昨日的泪水,激起心中的涟漪。曾经看过的夕阳,听过的潮声,都被时间掩埋,幻化成泡沫。也许我们都曾勇敢而坚毅,然而,在与时间的对峙中,我们从未不是赢家。悲伤的秋千有微风陪伴,孤寂的夜偶有繁星点点。蓦然回首,离人渐远,只留下时间滑过漫长黑夜。我不明白,天空的阴霾,是你的伤感,还是我的悲凉?也许有一天,青春会与明媚相遇,另一份星光将照亮全新的宇宙。到那时,我们已经像蝴蝶一样,完成了应有的坚守。谁从谁的青春里走过,留下了笑靥?谁在谁的花 Hourglass time dripping will not turn back time, the memory of the hands are always picked up broken sadness. Youthful wings, scratched the memory of pain: Yesterday’s tears, heart stirred ripples. Have seen the sunset, heard the tide, have been buried in time, turned into a bubble. Maybe we have all been brave and resolute, yet we have never been the winner in the confrontation with time. Sad breeze accompanied by breeze, lonely night occasionally starry. Suddenly look back, getting away from people, leaving only time to glide over the long night. I do not understand, the haze of the sky is your sadness, or my sadness? Maybe one day, youth will meet with the bright, another star will light up a new universe. Until then, we have done the same as the butterflies. Who walked from whom youth, leaving a smile? Who spend the flowers