你微微低头
发丝从你的脸上划落
你的脸那么的柔和
想抓住一线却又总是在指尖擦过
那么乌亮
像是梦里曾经见过
曾记得
妈妈的头发
也是这样的多
任我怎样的盘绕，怎样的摩擦，似乎总是放不掉的割舍
心弦是被拨动着
而双眼却是被吸引着
这是爱么
为什么却又如何困惑
真的是爱么
是真的
不然为什么那黑发总是落在你的心窝
Black hair
When you low down your head slowing
The hair cross your face and falling
Your expression looks so touching
I wanna hold the hair line but fingertips just missing
Why it’s so dark
like I meet it with my all luck
I remembered
My mothers hair
is also that vivid mark
no wonder how I trying to coiling and friction, it can never let it walk
The chord was toggled
but the eyes has been captured
is it love?
why it so confused
Is it true love?
Yes, it is
Otherwise, why does the black hair always falling down at your heart.
