Not shaded by thick the night, a lonely hearts, when the emptiness swept over the city\'s night air, heavy upon layer of high-rises, the number of blocked aspirations, or the luxury to roam, or secluded swim in the sea at midnight on net, but also or involvement in an unfamiliar, but no one can find, to placate the corner of trauma, live in dreams or anyone else involved in dreams here to live, who would go cares?
I tried to open their eyes wide, trying to see the earth in black and white, but, but always half-truths of life, eventually losing the direction of observation you, confusion concerns the clouds smoke a dream, often easily in the dark the direction of life, I am ignorant and wayward choice of wandering, finally, after years of vicissitudes became my greatest achievement, I am speechless to right.
Sitting near the door has always been indifferent to the corner to see if you are under the neon lights flash in the figure, suddenly made me feel particularly strange, distracted counting neon eyes, meditating on the Bian Zhilin \"cutting off a chapter\": \"You stand the bridge look at the scenery, look at the scenery of people standing upstairs to see you; moon, decorate your windows, you decorate someone else\'s dream. \"attempt to find an interpretation to heal this time of apprehension, but always be a thunder of dance music sound interference helpless and had to get up quietly departure came deserted streets, street lights along the road waiting for a hopeless time to time blinked tired eyes, I do not intend to disturb it wants to sleep.
Hazy Bridge wandered the city\'s bustling night has become the past, the early hours it was only sporadic through it, rarely stop linger, I Dungan that they have become \"rare\" in such a desolate night, a person standing on the bridge terms of scenery, even though the sky is very clear, semi-round bright moon hanging in the Western Paradise, the stars blinking in the boundless sky, but people are so tiny, life was so fragile, like the occasional meteor across the sky, no matter how once bright, but also tantamount to fleeting.
Lonely evening was a long absence, Xiao Sheng, and still echoed in my mind, far away and the real sound the depths of the soul, your backs are gradually becoming a familiar landscape, disappeared in the busy fall for the Long Street, the memory of that day had been somewhat vague just can not forget you go back to that moment, deep inside the tunnel of the pupil of the eye fills the sadness, I know that bonds of the sky has been covered with dark clouds, though, people still, love is still, but what is to rewrite the story in the end?
生命的季候翻越秋的一页，其实也已有些年头了，可是，每当黄叶飘零一地的相思，秋的脚步就会显得有点仓促，我失落的独倚秋风中，任万千愁绪随风飘转，只把别样的心情写进记忆，斑驳在岁暮的长河。
浓浓的夜色掩映不了，一个人心中的孤寂，当空虚席卷了城市的晚空，重重叠叠的高楼，阻断了多少的渴望，或徜徉在灯红酒绿中，或幽游在午夜网海，又或者投入某个陌生，可是，无论是谁也找不到，安抚心灵创伤的角落，醉生梦死亦或梦死醉生，谁又会去在乎呢？
我曾努力睁大眼睛，试图看清尘世的黑白，可是，却总在真真假假的人生中，最终失去了望你的方向，困惑疑虑的浮云如烟似梦，常常轻易的就灰暗了生命的方向，我懵懂而任性的选择了飘泊，最终，经年的沧桑成了我最大的收获，我无言可对。
一直漠然的坐在靠门的角落，看你在霓虹灯下闪过的身影，突然让我感觉特别的陌生，心不在焉的数着霓虹的眼睛，默想着卞之琳的《断章》：“你站在桥上看风景，看风景的人站在楼上看你；明月装饰了你的窗子，你装饰了别人的梦。”试图能找到一种解释来平复此际的惶惑，却总被雷鸣般的舞曲声扰得很无奈，只好起身悄无声息的离去，来到冷冷清清的街道上，路两旁守候无望的街灯，时不时眨着疲惫的眼睛，我无意打扰它想要的清梦。
信步来到烟霞大桥上，城市夜的繁华已成过往，凌晨时分只零星有人走过，绝少停步留连，我顿感自己已成“稀有”，在这么冷清的夜晚，一个人站在桥上看风景，尽管天空十分明朗，半轮明月挂在西天，星星闪烁在无垠的天际，可是，人却是这样的渺小，生命又那么的脆弱，如同偶尔划过天际的流星，无论曾经多么的璀璨，也形同白驹过隙。
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落寞黄昏那久违的箫声，还不时的在我心头回荡，遥远而真实的响在灵魂深处，你熟悉的背影却渐成风景，消逝在繁华落尽的长街，那天的记忆已有些模糊，只是无法淡忘你回头那一瞬，深隧的眸子里蓄满的忧伤，我知道，尘缘的天空已乌云密布，尽管，人也依旧，情也依旧，可是又是什么在改写故事的结局？