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英文版: Have setting sun 9 times to still did not fall, mist has risen, far a green hill, shan Lan and Tian Yunlian become stretch, without the hush of ground of the snow when mist, of misty and spatio-temporal hill refined, kill me for many times to forget Xue Han, flow to be worn repeatedly cannot bear leave.
火星文: 洧┅両佽斜陽猶未落盡,霧巳經升起,遠遠┅排圊屾,屾嵐與兲運連成┅気,無霧塒雪地啲寂靜,洧霧塒涳屾啲雅致,害莪哆佽莣記雪寒,鋶連著鈈忍離去。
好多事就像雨天打着的伞,你冲进房间就狼狈仓促地把它收起来扔在了一角,那褶皱里仍夹着这夜的雨水。过来了很久再撑开,一股发潮的气息扑鼻而来,即使是个晴天,也会令你想起那场遥远的雨。
这么些年来,呆在他身边,她的内心,都渐渐不由自主的被那样的黑暗吸引了吧?她居然喜欢那样的不见天日。虽然看不见他,却知道他在黑暗的某一处,于是,就心安。
没有人能真正地拥有什么,让美丽的东西属于它自己吧,事实上它本来就是如此。