没有信的日子 没有信的日子,是一张白纸。是谁在欲望的空间走来走去,埋下头,吐着烟圈,深掘着藏了又藏的记忆。 摸爬过忠贞和骄勇之余,踢踏过青春和风流之时,老吉它沙哑的颤音,在空寂的山间滚动的孤影,被月光雕成一方永恒的风景。 没有信的日子,是一场大雪。好 The day without a letter, the day without a letter, is a piece of white paper. Who walked around in the space of desire, buried his head, spit on the ring of smoke, deep hiding the hidden possession of the memory. Touch climbed loyalty and arrogance, tapping youth and Merry, the old guitar hoarse vibrato, rolling in the deserted solitary shadow of the mountain, the moonlight carved into one of the eternal landscape. The day without a letter is a heavy snowfall. it is good