“一场相遇，一场美丽。滚滚红尘中，你我于不经意间擦肩，而后回眸…… 擦肩而过是种遗憾，电话

An encounter, a beautiful. Red Dust, you inadvertently rub shoulders at me, and then look back ......
   Pass is a kind of regret, phone is kind of romantic encounter, do not ever lose, it does not matter has not gone through troubles, it does not matter the sun ......