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夏天的夜空繁星灿烂。凉风如水,空气中到处是植物的气息。沿着郊外悠长的铁轨,我独自迷失在苍茫中。偶尔听见远处飞鸟掠过树林的声音。忽地,瞥见蓝紫色的蔷薇幽暗地暴露在狭小逼仄的石缝中,我尽力向它跑去,脚下却如同踩着柔软的棉花。空洞的虚无的。终于,我伸出手。看见风从我指尖滑过,无声的。夜色依然寂静,像一张沉睡的脸,勾起我内心深处的裂痕。第一次看见你的那一天,空气是潮湿的,你站在樱花树下,慵懒的长发倾泻在你的肩头,上面
Summer night sky stars brilliant. Breeze, water, the air is full of plant flavor. Along the long track outside the country, I was alone in the vast lost. Occasionally hear the voice of distant birds sweeping through the woods. Suddenly, a glimpse of the blue-purple rose exposed darkly in the narrow crampons, I tried to run to it, but at the foot is like stepping on soft cotton. Empty nothingness. Finally, I reached out. I saw the wind slid over my fingertips, silent. Night still still, like a sleeping face, brought back the rift in my heart. The first day I saw you, the air was damp, and you stood under the cherry tree, with lazy long hair pouring over your shoulders, above