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红蔷薇的花瓣,黑天鹅的翅膀,绿荆棘拥抱的古堡中,沉睡的公主正等待着轻柔一吻落在额上,撞碎咒语的环绕。夜色包围的温柔夜里,有人摊开幼时的童话书,从字里行间漫溯着那些童话流经的山川与河谷。恍惚间似曾相识,仿佛每一秒的故事都曾是自己的故事,那些沉入了梦境中的童年岁月,日复一日的游戏成长,却从不知晓摘下的面具背后是什么颜色的脸庞,笼罩在自己面前的又是怎样的魔法屏障。那么现在就随着光影的绚丽想象,当幕升,声起,灯火阑珊,夜色又姗姗来迟,那些温柔的字句化作漫天天鹅的羽毛,叹息般拂过你微笑的脸庞。那些孩提时的斑斓梦境,终于被这夜晚,谱成了华章。
Red rose petals, black swan wings, green castle of thorns embraced, sleeping princess is waiting for a gentle kiss fell on the forehead, crashed around the spell. The gentle night surrounded by night, someone spread the childhood fairy tale book, tracing the lines between the traces of those fairy tales through the mountains and valleys. Trance deja vu, as if every second of the story was once his own story, those who fall into the dream of childhood, day after day game growth, but never know what the color behind the mask face off, Shrouded in front of yourself is what kind of magic barrier. So now with the brilliant imagination of light and shade, when the curtain rises, the sound rises, the lights dim, the night is late, those gentle words into the swan's feathers, sighing your smiling face. The gorgeous dreams of those who were children, finally this night, the spectrum became a chapter.