压抑地哭着，喉咙里有些无从渲泄的情绪沉甸甸地哽住呼吸。这样的时刻，这样的天气太过沉闷。寂寞，回味，放弃，然后是绝望。一个人走过记忆，难过，却不哭！有时候孤独也不是什么坏东西，至少，它是种知觉，足以将空虚的心境填满，足以让人看清楚自己。早已习惯在这样的天气 Crying repressively, there was something in the throat that couldn’t be vented. Such a time, such weather is too boring. Lonely, aftertaste, give up, and then despair. A person walks through memory, sad, but does not cry! Sometimes loneliness is not a bad thing at least. It is a kind of consciousness. It is enough to fill up the empty state of mind, enough to make one see clearly. Already used to such weather