轮回

                                                                  一梦一生死。

                                                                  旧日不重复。

                                                                  朝阳未浮起。

                                                                  心思已满布。

 

                                     。。人求得什么？记得什么？放下什么？

                                     。。生老病死有的只是关爱。却无人替得。。­