小草挺直了腰杆,身子随着轻风缓缓地舒展着,像旧时教书的先生,摇头晃脑地吟着春天的诗。
关于爱你,这个词,怎么说好呢,即便我有过千百次离开你的想法,也会因为你的一次温柔就丢弃盔甲。
You played put your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite! I learned to live that way。 在有限的钢琴上,我自得其乐,我过惯那样的日子。
One meets its destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. 往往在逃避命运的路上,却与之不期而遇。