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坑坑洼洼的石阶、腐朽的木门、古旧的小巷也许只有我一个人。
I may be alone in the potholed stone steps, decayed wooden doors, and ancient alleys.
一根草、一缕风停止了，月亮静静地散发着冷光。
A blade of grass, a wisp of wind had ceased, and the moon shone quietly.
我跪在这古旧的门前，握着你喜欢的红叶，我爬在这枯红的叶子里轻轻地唱着悲伤的歌。
I kneel in front of the old door, holding the red leaves you like, I crawl in the dead red leaves and sing a sad song softly.
再一次张开手掌捕捉我的你啊，远遁在时空的幕布中。
Open your hand to capture me again, o you, far away in the curtain of time.
唯济不安呼吸的幽魂，最终还是涂上了慢慢的浸润助长了内心的全部湿了的记忆。
Weiji restless breath of the ghost, finally coated with a slow infiltration of all the heart of the wet memory.
他奔跑在墨色般深邃的直径中，想起了来自小窗的古老灯火，为残楼当照的天空而叹息。
He ran in the inky depth of the diameter, thinking of the old lights from the small window, and sighing for the sky when the broken building shines.
在鬓角上滑动，浸湿渗透，浸湿红尘，冬天的底部被霜覆盖，悲伤寂寞。
Sliding on the sideburns, soaked in infiltration, soaked in red dust, the bottom of the winter was covered with frost, sad loneliness.
在哭喊般诉说的清歌中，在潮湿的心情中，只有我静静地品尝着这孤独的味道。
In the clear song that cries like to tell, in the wet mood, only I quietly taste the taste of this loneliness.
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