看到这,我不能自已,眼泪一直在眼眶打转,你知吗?曾经有一个男子,在那个夏天,坐在我对面,安静的对我说: 等我死后,要把骨灰做成烟花,在夜空绽放。我说,我要和你一起。他说,不要,你要微笑着来看我的烟花。我无语,用手轻轻抚摸他的脸庞,悸动,温暖,感觉浓深。红了眼圈。你知,这是我生命中最好的时光。一生难忘。 Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow try to remember and if you remember then follow follow Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow try to remember the kind of September when love was an ember about to billow try to remember and if you remember then follow follow Deep in December it's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow deep in December it's nice to remember the fire of September that made us mellow deep in December our hearts should remember and follow follow follow...