未见你的身影,我张望着、期盼着、找寻着点点关于你的信息。直到许多年后的那个秋日,天灰蒙蒙的,黑色的海浪泛着朵朵浪花,一轮白日悬挂在空中散发着冷冷的微光,风在呜咽,鸟存哀鸣。千万年的等待终于唤回了你的音信。我们尽情地依偎着,让水浸入心里,让血淌在心中,我们终于可以不再寂寞。 I haven’t seen your figure yet. I look around, look forward to it, and look for information about you. Until that autumn day, many years later, the sky was gray, and the black waves were wafting with waves. A day was hung in the air with cold glimmers. The wind was sobbing and the birds whine. Thousands of years of waiting finally evoked your message. We snuggle back and forth, letting the water immerse in our hearts and leaving blood in our hearts. We can no longer be lonely.