我可以在天空和树梢间看到他眉眼的痕迹。一抹忧伤微笑着划过我眼底的湖泊。闭上将要湿润的双眼含笑沉醉在其中。

I can see the traces of his eyes and brows in the gap between the sky and the treetops. A sorrow flipped smiling across the lake in the bottom of my eyes. Closed my eyes which were about to get damp immersing in it in vague joy.

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