遇见是前世的种下的蛊

                                                                               不断上演聚散离别的幕拉开

                                                                                  我袖手在拥挤的人群后                                                                              

                                                                                  始终没有一块能擦掉错误的橡皮

只有一只画满孤独的笔

                                                                                    那逆流成河的伤痛

                                                                                    缀满砥砺前行的岁月

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