额角斑斓的发卡...

 

把渐渐堆积的苦发...

 

收成一扎...

 

等在春天装点海边的小家...

 

微冷的风中慢慢拖拉...

 

寻找迟到的轻花...

 

细细磨做青茶...

 

沏泡在夏夜里几上的紫砂...

 

在院中捉虫翻瓦...

 

捉一尾金线乌甲...

 

要那对威风的口器好好玩耍...

 

秋时带将军的剪影入画...

 

一同守着深红的幼芽...

 

看那不停变幻的天边云霞...

 

静与不静没有视差...

 

初冬鬓角有细雪待擦...

 

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为她带那发卡...

 

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如此这般的倔呆疯话...

 

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相爱着的两人...

 

说不出的缘分...

 

星夜前的黄昏... 

 

静静数着秒针...

 

 

 

靡靡中...

 

裹着布毯... 

 

难眠... 

 

匆匆转身...

 

再也不堪...

 

无言的心门...

 

怯挡昼夜的风岚...

 

 

 

 

爱垓不该...

 

悲奈不耐...

 

 

藏不住的爱情...

 

在等待...

 

不开始就不必等待...

 

注定要失去的黎明...

 

 

 

不负责任的逃逸...

 

 

 

是对什么的无奈...

 

执著的假意豪迈...

tia dalma...

 

a woman with charm...

 

 

 

davy jone was a man of steel...

 

who consumed human soul for meal...

 

but in the game of love...

 

hes as fair as a dove...

 

 

 

he lost... lost to her him heart...

 

 

 

there was a quote for him...

 

untameable ones could only be tamed by those who are tameable not...

 

hes a man with little capacity to tame...

 

compare to jack whom charmed his godness and lured her hot...

 

 

 

hes such a pathetic miserable being...

 

hurt so deep...

 

recite his long lost past digged his forbidable heart with love of no meaning...

 

in front of the organ he weep...

 

 

 

a music box of his...

 

loser he is...

 

jack's gone...

 

but his theme shows us his return his bone...

 

wat davy has... 

 

long lost love...

 

poor boy a lost dove...