依稀看到你在哭泣,疼的不只是你已经泛黄的戏衣,更是我内心莫大的悲伤。那年回到故乡,秋意中,乡村小路被金黄的落叶铺满,踩上去便会听到枯朽的声音。在那里,我看到了你,繁华已逝的苦涩,混着一缕正欲落下的残阳,一同敛入你的鬓角。我缓步上前,你带着愁容叫住我,我看到你那苍老的容颜中透出经年累月的疼。仔细端详,才发现你手中的戏衣,金丝绣的袖边裙脚锁住琉璃般的光,清淡的粉杂糅在白 Faintly see you are crying, pain not only you yellowing the costumes, but also my great sorrow. That year back to his hometown, the autumn, the country road was covered with golden leaves, stepped on will hear the voices of the dead. There, I saw you, the dead end of the bitter, mixed with a plume of desperation ready to fall, together with your horns. I step forward, you with melancholy call me, I see the old face of you revealed years of pain. Closer look, only to find your hands of the costumes, gold embroidered sleeve skirt skirts locked glass-like light, light pink mixed in white