她抬头看着敞开的窗户，微凉的风吹乱了她的发，她却丝毫未感到寒冷。白皙的脸在月色下如白玉般晶莹剔透，散乱的发丝划过脸庞，带走点点泪滴。如星般灿烂的明眸望着夜幕，心里默默念着那首她最爱的诗。
The furthest distance in the world
is not between life and death
but when I stand in front of you
yet you don’t know that I love you
the furthest distance in the world
is not when I stand in front of you
yet you don’t known that I love you
but when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
yet cannot be together
The furthest distance in the world
is not being apart while being in love
but when plainly can not resist the yearning
yet pretending you never been in heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when plainly can not resist the yearning
yet pretending you never been in heart
But using one’s indifferent heart to dig an uncrossable river for the one who loves you
静谧的夜，飘动的乌云遮住风华绝代的月，布满泪痕的脸又回归黑暗中。没有任何言语，只是心里的默念与美丽的诗，陪着她在这个无人的夜。
夜越来越深，月亮躲进了云层，只留下点点繁星。夜风透过窗户抚上脸庞，蓝余飘却丝毫感受不到寒意。心里有些什么让他牵挂着，却深深地被他......
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