月光下,一江春水带走了孤寂的岁月,留下了等待的人儿。夕阳最后的余晖落下,只剩漫漫长空。微风拂过水面,泛起一圈圈的涟漪,归巢的雨燕拂去一天觅食的辛劳,早已安然入睡。而我,在这江南的世界里,愿化作一场细雨,滋润飘扬的嫩柳,在石桥旁继续守候五百年前的约定,等待那一刻的似水柔情。但这场等待,注定是寂静的,如同这细雨的润物悄无声。 Moonlight, a river spring away lonely years, leaving the waiting child. The last sunset sunset, leaving only long and empty. Breeze brushed the surface of the water, a circle of ripples thrown around, hurriedly swift home hurriedly foraging for food, already safe to sleep. And I, in this southern world, would like to turn it into a drizzle and moisten the tender young willow and continue to wait for the promise of five hundred years ago at the stone bridge, waiting for that moment of tenderness and tenderness. But this waiting, destined to be silent, as the drizzle moisten silent.