这世界怎么了。激情被埋在不知 的深渊。伤痛的真味涌在心 头，我不明了该不该扩散开去。去涉及生命的每一个角落，我怕这种真诚的努力是否依然是一厢情愿？ 初秋临了，窗外的柳树开始了自然的倾诉晚唱，而我无歌。茫茫然心境就如入冬的荒草，虽然我的心灵有许多新旧词曲要呈现 What’s wrong with this world Passion is buried in the abyss of unknown. The pain of the true smell in my heart, I do not know should not spread to go. Going to every corner of life, I am afraid that such sincere efforts are still wishful thinking? Early autumn Pro, out of the window of the willow began to talk about the natural night singing, and I have no song. Unconscious mood as the weeds of winter, although my heart there are many new and old lyrics to be presented