纸醉金迷里。还埋葬了多少爱和梦想的悲剧。千金换一笑。对岸浓雾中无法触及的绿光。也终究是繁华梦一场。也不过最终的过眼云烟一片虚无。捏在手里的信仰最终也微笑倒在血泊里。One just can't repeat the past. Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. Nite, “old sport”
