去过的很多地方,当时的场景颜色或空气原来都是侵蚀性的外来物,他们一直腐蚀着平日里碌碌的我,只等到最后如同发作的瘾一般末日来临。 To many places at the scene, color or air originally is aggressive foreign, they have been erode ferial nowhere, I only like attack until the last day of the hound.
雨天 逆着光的角度 我看到远山在迷雾里蔓延 若隐若现 突然想起了某个人说话的语气 思考的神情 以及在身旁时衣襟的褶皱幅度 A light rain fog in the distant view I saw spread Suddenly someone tone of voice and the thinking when look beside the drape skirts