幸福是什么,幸福是你上车了,我还在原地等待;幸福是你的流星划过,我还僵持着脖子对着星空发呆;幸福是你中奖了,我还在练就炮灰的能耐,幸福是你挥一挥手,却不带走一片云彩。什么叫度日如年,什么叫如坐针毡,什么叫热锅上的蚂蚁团团转,“等车”让你打包体验不讲价,货真价实不掺假!等公交车,就像等流星,翘首企盼的属于我的那颗星星呀,总也不来。愿望总是美好的,希望下一颗 Happiness is what you get on the bus, I am still waiting in place; happiness is your meteor across, I still staring at the neck of a daze in the sky; happiness is your winning, I was still able to practice cannon fodder, Happiness is a wave of your hand, but not take away a cloud. What is the drowsiness, what is like a pin felting, what is the ants on the wok turn around, “waiting for the car ” to let you pack experience not bargaining, genuine adulteration! Bus, just like meteors, eagerly looking for belongs to me That star ah, always do not come. Wish is always beautiful, hope the next one