腊月的寒风狂袭着我脆弱的身躯,离愁和思念又一次让我弥留在回忆的年轮。真的什么也不想再理了。一个人徘徊在深寒的夜里,就像徘徊在支离破碎的梦中。刺骨的寒风弥漫着忧郁的气息,吹拂在我苍白的容颜上。轻轻地仰头叹息着岁月的无奈,惆怅便如月光般苍白空茫。是谁说月下漫 The lunar winds of the twelfth lunar month madly attacked my fragile body, leaving melancholy and thoughts to once again allow me to stay in the rings of memories. Really do not want to ignore anything. A person lying in a cold night is like being in a broken dream. The biting cold wind filled with melancholy breath and blew on my pale face. Gently lifting his head and sighing the helplessness of the years, he was as pale and empty as the moonlight. Who is the moon?