天空没有翅膀的痕迹,但鸟儿已经飞过;心里没有被刀子割过,但疼痛却那么清晰。这些胸口里最柔软的地方,被爱人伤害过的伤口,远比那些肢体所受的伤害来得犀利,而且只有时间,才能够治愈。
There are no trails of the wings in the sky, but the birds have flown; heart was not a knife cut, but the pain was so clear. The chest is the most soft place, love hurt wounds, than those who suffered physical harm is more sharp, and only time can heal.
There are no trails of the wings in the sky, but the birds have flown; heart was not a knife cut, but the pain was so clear. The chest is the most soft place, love hurt wounds, than those who suffered physical harm is more sharp, and only time can heal.
