为什么在人群中看到个相似的背影就难过,看见秋天树木疯狂地掉叶子我就忘记了说话,
看见天色渐晚路上暖黄色的灯火就~~忘记了自己原来的方向...
挥霍没有挥霍完的青春,纪念无法纪念的纪念~~~~
青春是一滩水,无论是摊开还是紧握,都无法从指缝中淌过单薄的年华~~~~
I suddenly feel myself like a doll,acting all kinds of joys and sorrows.
There are lots of shining siliery thread on my back,controlling all my action.