雨,是尘世中的一份美丽,诗意的情愫,但在这个城市的边缘,雨却成了我的心事。 风,轻轻地滑落雨精灵的翅膀,告诉雨,没有他的岁月,花儿会失去颜色,雨停住了,他的消逝真的会带走那页美丽的百合书签吗? 也许快乐本是痛苦中飘出来的一抹醇香。在一个寂寞的黄昏,有只小白鸽,在上次那场血雨中忘却了飞翔……一声叹息,撞落了衔山的残阳。而无奈的她,却被壮美的夕阳、如血的黄昏提供了太多太多的伤心背景。 Rain is a beautiful, poetic love in the world, but rain has become my heart on the edge of the city. The wind, gently gliding rain elf’s wings, told the rain, without his years, the flowers will lose their color, the rain stopped, and his disappearance will really take that page beautiful lily bookmark it? Perhaps happiness is Floating pain in a touch of mellow. In a lonely dusk, there is a small white pigeon, forgot to fly in the last rain ... a sigh, knocked down the title mountain of the sun. But helpless she, but was the magnificent sunset, such as the blood of the evening provides too much sad background.