左岸香颂

生活总是会纠结在点点滴滴上，桎梏与牢笼交织成性感又暧昧的朝九晚五

踏过的路不会再走，趟过的河放他自由流淌，你说你尚不谙世事，那也请原谅我的铁石心肠

白天戴上面具尽情笑，夜晚卸尽铅华死里哭，绛紫划破漆黑，滇红与心灵相撞，思想的日暮秋夕，请与我，再舞一曲

My love! My wife!

Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Thou are not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet

Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.