暮色降临在雨后的小街,渗出半热不凉的尴尬气味。我徜徉在零星的人影中,久久不愿离去,像是经历久旱的人们沐浴着甘霖。自从离家,我便再难有闲心去充当那撑着油纸伞的女子,行走流连。小城的夏即使再明媚,也像是强挤的笑,连街角放出的摇滚乐也流淌着某种难掩的忧郁情怀。岁月总是最无情的,纵使你抹尽朱砂,也难掩苍老。正如这条曾经喧闹过、繁华过的步行街,也逐渐被时光的潮水洗得泛白,那 Twilight advent in the rain after the street, seeping half-heat does not cool the awkward smell. I wander in the sporadic figure, for a long time do not want to leave, like a long drought people bathed in sweetness. Since I left home, I will have a hard time free to act as a woman holding an oil paper umbrella, walking linger. Xia Xia Xia even bright, but also like a strong squeeze of laughter, even the corner of the release of rock music is also flowing a certain concealment of melancholy feelings. Years are always the most ruthless, even if you wipe out cinnabar, also conceal the old. As this has been noisy, bustling pedestrian street, but also gradually washed away by the tide of time flood, that