红尘弥漫,一条语言的鸿沟,深深地切开憧憬与呼唤。时光的迷阵遍布两旁。梦想的沙场,一路安营扎下荒唐的青春,糊涂的江山。从陡峭的今天回首憧憬,岁月在燃烧之前,已埋下灰烬的伏笔。哪一处绝代风华躲过了被一支秋风的铁笔越描越黑?荏苒秋光,谁挡住过冷风沿十月之水逆流而来? Red filled diffuse, a language gap, deeply cut into the longing and call. Freaks of time all over the sides. Dream of the battlefield, all the way to settle down absurd youth, confused country. Looked back from the steep dream long ago, years before burning, has laid the hint of ashes. Where did the elegant life escaped by a dark pen more black? 荏 苒 Autumn, who blocked the cold wind along the October water countercurrent?