夜不寐,转身三秋竟苍凉;思无绪,过眼良辰亦成伤。花开花折花断肠,红延香续未可怅……太过灼眼的艳,太过浓郁的伤。属于她的馥郁轮回,百转千回,无数冬雪夏雨、春华秋实的彷徨,曾牵引出何等甜美的嗓音。时光却固执地泼染岁月的网,破碎独处的凉。黑色的舞台因幕起、因灯亮、因后人的鼓掌而喧嚷,回首时才发现她倾尽一生酣畅淋漓的歌,竟是一场辉煌。 Sleepless at night, turned three autumn actually desolation; Flower flowering broken heartbroken, red Yan continued non-melancholy ... too shao-yan Yan, too rich rich injury. Belonging to her rich reincarnation, a hundred thousand turn back, countless winter snow summer rain, Chunhua Qiushi imitation, had pulled out what sweet voice. Time is stubbornly pouring years of the net, broken alone cool. The black stage because of the curtain, because of the light, due to the applause of the posterity and the noise, looking back and found her devoted all his life hearty song, was actually a brilliant.