青春的岁月总在不经意间逝去,生活的节奏压得人喘不过气来。那些令我愧疚的爱,像是来自天堂的火——既是炽热的,又是永恒的。爸妈那么爱我、疼我,我却无以为报,一次又一次任性地伤害他们。我想我的生命自诞生是没有色彩的,正因为有了他们,才会变得五颜六色。面对他们给我的光芒,我心中深深地歉疚。在寂寞的岁月里,我最分明地感受到了灵魂的声音;就像那摇动着大树的风,因渴望春天的痛苦而大声呼号。那段日子,我感到自己失去了一切,有一种沉默的沧桑感,也开始胡乱写些东西。我常梦到一些不认识的人,在梦中我们并肩作战,同甘共苦,生死不离。但愿在梦境中与我交往过的,是他们的灵魂,而不是他们的影子。 The years of youth always inadvertently pass away, life rhythm pressure breathless. The love that makes me guilty, like the fire from heaven, is both hot and eternal. Mom and Dad love me so much, hurt me, but I do not know how to report, again and again to hurt them. I think the birth of my life since there is no color, precisely because of them, will become colorful. In the face of the light they gave me, I felt deeply guilty in my heart. In the lonely years, I most clearly felt the voice of the soul; like the wind that shakes the trees, crying loudly for the pain of spring. During those days, I feel I have lost everything, there is a sense of the vicissitudes of silence, but also began to write something casually. I often dreamed of some people I did not know, in a dream we fought side by side, live together. It is their soul, not their shadow, that they wish to be with me in their dreams.