有朵盛开的云
缓缓滑过山顶
随风飘向天边
我们慢慢明白
有些告别,就是最后一面
云边有个小卖部,货架堆着岁月和夕阳,背后就是山。老人靠着躺椅假装睡着,小孩子偷走了一块糖。泪水几点钟落地,飞鸟要去向何方。
There is a small shop by the cloud, the shelves are piled up with time and sunset, and the mountains are behind.
讲故事的人,总有一个故事不愿讲。时光飞逝,悄悄话变成纸张。每棵树每缕风,抱着浅白色的月光,漫山遍野唱着小夜曲。
The storyteller always has a story he doesn’t want to tell. Time flies, and whispers become paper.
山风微微,像月光下晃动的海浪, 温和而柔软,停留在时光的背后, 变成小时候听过的故事。 在遥远的城市,陌生的地方, 有他未曾见过的山和海。
In a distant city, in a strange place, there are mountains and seas that he has never seen before.
文字:《云边有个小卖部》(使用时替换)
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