又停电了,屋里只有我一个人,点起 意、永恒……蜡烛也白搭。于是我摸黑随便抓了一盒磁 我想月亮更像是一位女神,她高傲、带塞进随身听里,趴在阳台上,轻轻按下 成熟、美丽,对跪倒在其石榴裙下的众多了“PLAY”。 追求者不屑一顾,过着自己宁静的生活, “在晚云的天 There was a power outage, and there was only one person in the room. It was an idea, an eternity, and the candles were no use. So I grabbed a box of magnets in the dark and I thought that the moon was more like a goddess. She was arrogant and she was stuffed into the Walkman. She was crouching on the balcony and gently pressed mature and beautiful. Lots of “PLAY”. The pursuer dismisses himself and leads his quiet life. "In the days of the late clouds