紅塵，轉角，攤開一紙素箋，書寫我滿腹的離愁。窗外，風敲竹，寂寞了我甜蜜的憂傷。指尖滾動著芳華，香墨飛上了髮梢，一滴一滴落滿了雕琢的情緒中。我心依舊，誰負瞭如此如夢的時光？殘舊的日曆記載著月落烏啼，遠方的白雲泛起了相思的柔軟，你就躲在那裡盈…
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