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曾等你,在南方狭窄的小巷口;曾等你,在汽笛声乍起又远去的船坞旁;曾等你,在绻绻情愫的丁香花雨中;曾等你,在每一个初遇你的季节里……一个长大了的小小女孩,每天躺在潮湿的时针上,等你,像等待一个梦中的奇迹;望你,似望一个千年不堕的雕像。静静地等你,等你的心音重又激荡我的耳鼓;痴痴地等你,等你的身影复又笼罩我的梦境。记忆的指针总停留在那一个多梦的季节,满树的樱花在风中轻轻招摇,像繁星,似微雪,笑吟出一曲最纯洁的歌儿。这时,有一个白衫蓝裙的女孩
Had waited for you in the narrow alleyways of the South; had waited for you, by the shipyard where the whistle rose at first; and had waited for you, in the lilac rain of passion; In your season ... a little girl growing up, lying on a wet hour hand, waiting for you, like waiting for a dream miracle; hope you look like a statue of a thousand years do not fall. Waiting silently for you, waiting for your heart sound again and again stirred my ear drums; waiting for you, waiting for you shadow your shadow and enveloped my dreams. Memories of the total stay in that more than a dream season, full of trees in the wind gently swaying cherry, like stars, like snow, smiling out a song of the most pure song. At this time, there is a girl in a white dress and blue skirt