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每一次总问:巴乔,你是落入凡间的精灵吗?这么多年来,当你用那双含愁带怨的眼眸平静地牵引着我们走了这么长的路时,终于发觉:这双眼眸属于一个被记忆忽略的前世夜空,一个无时空记载的另类空灵。它抛弃了琐碎与矫情、欢乐与痛苦,倦怠而又轻柔。巴乔,你是九天而来的精灵。回忆是一首轻快而又忧伤的歌,歌声中,充满着欢乐;歌声中,充满着传说。刚出道日寸,你在球场上即兴发挥、挥洒自如,那冲天小辫曾让多少球迷痴狂。然而狂野不失仪态、从容也是纵情的表演,既游戏了对手,也游戏了自己。尽管你多次挽救了球队,但是,美丽的梦日渐憔悴,球场外的是是非非、闲言碎语令你心劳神伤、不能自拔。佛罗伦萨的美丽梦境,尤文图斯的英雄岁月,已在烟柳断肠处,夕阳西下时,正随风尘隐去。我们每一个人都不会忘记你荡气回肠的表演,同样的,我们每一个人也不
Every time I ask, Baggio, are you an elven who fell into the mortal world? For so many years, when you used those unhappy eyes to quietly lead us to such a long journey, we finally realized: This pair of eyes belongs to a neglected past life sky, a space-time recorded alternative ethereal. It abandoned trivial and hypocritical, joy and pain, fatigue and gentle. Baggio, you are the elven of nine days. Memories are a light and sad song, singing, full of joy; singing, full of legends. Just debuted, you improvised play on the pitch, sway freely, that skyrocketed how many fans have crazy. However, without losing the righteous wild, calm and indulgent performance, both the game opponents, but also the game themselves. Although you have saved the team many times, however, the beautiful dream is getting haggard, the court is right and wrong, gossip makes you heartless, unable to extricate themselves. Florence’s beautiful dreams, Juventus’s heroic years, has been in the smoke Yechangchang, sunset, is the dust away. Each one of us will not forget your soul-stirring performances, the same, none of us