白色翅膀

白色翅膀白色的翅膀，童话里的纯真和美丽。

White wings, white wings, innocence and beauty in fairy tales.

我坐在清冷的公车上，带着耳机，倾听着《翅膀》，看着窗外的景色不停转换。

I sat on the cold bus, with headphones, listening to wings, watching the scenery outside the window constantly changing.

白色翅膀，一个纯真的幻想，没想到会闯入我的世界，让我禁不住去幻想。

White wings, a pure fantasy, did not expect to break into my world, let me can not help but fantasy.

心底尘封的记忆被唤醒。

The dusty memory in my heart was awakened.

曾经“有幸”和妈妈参加过一个母亲的葬礼，看着照片上还带着稚气的面孔永远只剩下黑白，虽然不曾相识，心里却一阵莫名感伤。据说是先天性心脏病。不经意发现一个小女孩，水灵灵的大眼腈里看到的只有心底的纯真，仿佛一切与她无关。她是她的孩子，直觉仿佛在告诉我。

Once "lucky" and his mother attended a mother's funeral. Looking at the picture with childish faces, only black and white remained forever. Although he didn't know each other, he felt a sense of sadness. It's said to be congenital heart disease. Inadvertently found a little girl, water smart big eyes see only the innocence of the bottom of my heart, as if everything has nothing to do with her. She was her child, and intuition seemed to tell me.