4月10日晴独自走在寂寞的长街,回忆一幕幕重演。站在孤单的桂树下,我让眼泪化成风雨中纷飞的雨滴,一滴一滴,那么冰凉,那么耀眼。看着曾经走过的道路,一切还是那么熟悉,只可惜物是人非,我张大了眼睛,却还是找不到关于你的味道,是呵,味道早巳随风散了吧,散了。满天的星星和妖艳的 On April 10th, Sunny walked alone on the lonely Long Street, recalling a re-enactment. Standing alone under the laurel tree, I let the tears fall into raindrops falling in the wind and rain, drop by drop, so cold, so dazzling. Looking at the road that I once walked through, everything is still so familiar. But unfortunately, things are wrong. I have opened my eyes, but I still can’t find anything about your taste. Oh, it’s gone. Sky full of stars and glamorous