我怕看你的眼，
                                                                                    因为我受不了那份温柔。
                                                                                    我怕牵你的手，
                                                                                    因为我怕我的灵魂被你牵走。
                                                                                    为什么在这个时候离开？
                                                                                    是我哪做得不好？
                                                                                    是我哪做的不够？
                                                                                    停下你的脚步吧！
                                                                                    回首看看咱住的那座小楼。
                                                                                    那里藏匿了多少情话？
                                                                                    那里演绎了多少风流？
                                                                                    我为你，歌一阙“酒醒何处”，
                                                                                    盈盈珠泪流在我的心头。
                                                                                    你为我，弹一曲高山流水，
                                                                                    感动得我，老泪难收。
                                                                                    我说，我为你松山不老；
                                                                                    你说，你为我黄花再瘦。
                                                                                    海棠花儿开罢，
                                                                                    咱们迎来了枫叶红透。
                                                                                    无论是夏雨洒洒，
                                                                                    抑或是冷风嗖嗖。
                                                                                    咱们都在爱的小楼里斯守。
                                                                                    管不了山外的山，
                                                                                    问不了过完的秋。
                                                                                    尽情的挥洒幸福；
                                                                                    尽情的享受风流。
                                                                                    如今，要到了你走的时候，
                                                                                    看看西天的月亮，
                                                                                    瞅瞅满天的星斗。
                                                                                    他们为谁愁？为谁愁？
                                                                                    啊，亲爱的，
                                                                                    你能否不走？
                                                                                    能否为爱再留？ 

                                                                                     
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