黛眉的浅描

        素手纸笺

        老去的青苔泛白的容颜

        入夜的冬，

        风干了誓言，仓皇之间

        跌落一地尘埃

        在冬末初春的岁月里留恋

        美，总是在转念之间

        爱，总是勇往直前

        借我，笑的语言

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