一夜色,是一片浓稠的黑。凄楚的白月亮照耀着红木雕花的窗棂,金钗铜环,金盘银箔,数不清的流光溢彩在偌大的宫殿里浮动。红纱帐里,我点一丛檀香,端坐在铜镜之前。额头上金钿轻轻一动,我便对着镜子开口,“是什么在每天白昼死去,却在夜晚重新诞生?”死一般肃穆的静寂。我笑了,眉眼盈盈。一颗香灰洒落,一根蜡烛落泪,我轻上胭脂,轻启朱唇,“是什么有如火焰般燃烧,但当你死去, One night, is a thick black. Mournful white moon shines mahogany carved windowsill, nimbus brass ring, gold plate silver foil, countless Ambilight floating in the huge palace. Red gauze account, I point a bunch of sandalwood, sitting in front of the bronze mirror. Gently move the forehead gold 钿, I will open in front of the mirror, ”What died in the daytime, but at night, reborn? “ Death solemn silence. I laughed, my facial expression. A fragrant ash sprinkled, a candle tears, I light on the rouge, light Kai lips, ”What is burning like a flame, but when you die,