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万一你不来-零零壹陆陆(今天你是第一百六十六次没来)
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk. The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise. It is a game of giving and withholding, revealing and screening again; some smiles and some little shyness, and some sweet useless struggles. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; we do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope. It is enough what we give and we get. We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
简爱
手握着手,眼恋着眼,这样开始了我们的心撰 这是三月里的明月夜,空气里凤仙花的芳香飘散 我的竹笛躺在地上,你的花串也散座一边
你我之间的爱像唱出的歌曲一样地单纯 你橙黄色的面纱使我眼睛随动 你给我编的茉莉花环使我心震颤 像是接受了赞扬的游戏,有些是微笑,有些是娇羞,也有些是甜柔的无用罐
你我之间的爱像唱出的歌曲一样地单纯 没有额外的神秘 不强求那做不到的事情 没有魅惑后面的阴影 也没有承诺里的黑暗
你我之间的爱像唱出的歌曲一样地单纯 不需要一切语言里的沉默 不需要向空举手寻求希望的奢念 不需要计算付出与获取 不需要喜乐压成微尘来酿造酒酣
我们之间的爱像唱出的歌曲一样地简单
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