夜,未央夜幕落下,我在外面哭够了,擦干眼泪,一步三挪地回到家。看见我回来,你迎上来,焦灼的目光里满是询问,可你什么也没说,去厨房把饭热了热,端上桌子,悄悄地走了。我默默吃完饭,转身回到卧室。门开了,你依旧什么也没说,那灼灼的目光使我的心凄凉!那窗外的夜幕印证着我的落寞。 Night, not the night falls, I cried enough outside, wipe the tears, step by step to return home. See me back, you welcome, anxious eyes full of inquiries, but you did not say anything to go to the kitchen to heat the rice, the table, quietly away. I silently finished the meal, turned back to the bedroom. The door opened, you still did not say anything, that burning eyes make my heart bleak! That window of night confirms my lonely.