春天,一滴露水我是你的一滴露珠么,恍惚并凝眸着你。说不清的牵连,你是四季的一部分,当鸟语花香,盖娅微笑时,你延续另一种生命。而我就在黎明,在你打着花骨朵的梦中,和你一同拍着翅膀醒来。我一直保持琥珀的样子,你要我保持的样子,孤独和冰封自己。低垂一颗心,光着脚丫,走在石头和野花的寂静上,走在雪的暗夜上,一丛丛未曾开启的森林上,飞翔着歌唱的羽毛上。澎湃的路径,以及对岁月深深的呼唤,它们离我最近,也是最远,如同你。 Spring, a drop of dew I am a drop of dew you, trance and staring at you. Can not tell implication, you are part of the four seasons, when the birds singing, Gaia smile, you continue another life. And I was at dawn, waking up with your wings in your fantastic dream. I keep the look of amber, you want me to maintain the look of loneliness and ice yourself. Drooping a heart, bare feet, walking in the silence of stones and wild flowers, walking in the darkness of snow, a cluster of uncovered forest, flying singing feathers. Surging path, and deep call to the years, they are closest to me, and farthest, as you.