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那年,暮秋。花朵一样的年纪,青春正盛。单纯,快乐,美好,但却抵不过一次失恋的突袭。顷刻,张扬着馨香的世界倾覆了,内心失衡,以为没有了爱,整个世界都会变了颜色,天空也变得低沉灰蒙起来。一个人在街上走,落叶在脚边盘垣回旋。那样的街景原本很美,可是,被无限放大了很多倍的失恋,像一根银针,刺得她钻心疼痛,根本看不见油画一样伫立在秋风里的城市。那个人,真够狠心,她待他那么好,可是他头都不回地走了,脚步没有丝毫的迟疑,一步一步,鼓点似的踩在离人的心上。
That year, twilight. Flowers age, youth Masamori. Pure, happy, beautiful, but arrived but a lovelorn raid. Immediately, the fragrant world was overthrown and the heart was unbalanced, thinking that without love, the whole world would have become a color and the sky would become gloomy. A person walking in the street, leaves at the foot of Yuanyuan swing. Such a beautiful street scene, however, has been infinitely magnified many times the romance, like a silver needle, stabbed her pain, no oil painting can stand in the autumn like the city. That person, really cruel, she was so good to him, but he did not go back to the ground, the pace is not the slightest hesitation, step by step, drum-like stepped away from the heart.