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你我都是匆匆的赶路者,在幽深的黑夜,寻觅着那刺破凄冷的灯火。尽管幸福总是带着抖落的斑驳,蓦然回首,暖暖的灯光点尘不惊地泻落……
You and I are hurried hitchhiker, in the dark night, looking for the piercing cold lamp. Although happiness is always with the mottled shake off, I glance back, the warm light drops unscathed.