大概人在为情所困的时候都会长出诗人的基因，没有逻辑，只有情绪。
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She's the sunshine in winter
她是冬日的暖阳
She's the breeze in summer
她是夏日的微风
She's the fragrance of spring flowers
她是春天的芬芳
She's the smell of autumn harvests
她是秋天的稻香
She lights the candle when you are in the dark
她是你在黑暗中行走的烛光
She gives you a hand when you're falling apart
也是你脆弱时的肩膀
She's the heavenly voice from the sky
她是云端的天籁之音
She's the wind's whispers to your mind
是风吹过时的轻声私语
She cannot be found
她不会被找到
She can only be felt
除非你用了心
What is her name
她的名字
I do not know
无人知晓
Maybe Faith
是信仰
Maybe Fantasy
是幻境
Or maybe anonymous
或者只是匿名
For you to define
等你来确定
注：本文为作者原创
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