蒙尘的岁月,让一个个清晨与黄昏都显出暧昧的表情。那些樱花越长越高,在我的无视中悄悄爬上了围墙,日日睁着渴望的眼睛,望向我的窗内。风,在墙角预谋了不知多久,把夏天吹得摇摇欲坠。那些细细的枝条就在风中大口吞咽着人间的沙尘,一任风的愤怒牙齿啃咬着绿色的腰身。那堵红砖砌成的围墙以幽暗的方式存在已不知多少年,早已不堪时光的重负,在深夜里气喘吁吁。但是它的使命还远远没有结束,它作为一道分界线存在着,划分着两处不同归属的地皮, Dusty years, so that one morning and evening show an ambiguous expression. The longer and higher the sakura, climbed the fence quietly in my ignorance, eyes longing for each day, looking into my window. Wind, premeditated in the corner I do not know how long, the summer blowing crumbling. Those thin branches in the wind swallowed the dust in the world, the wind’s angry teeth bite the green waist. That red brick wall in the gloomy way there is not known how many years, already bear the heavy burden of time, panting in the middle of the night. However, its mission is far from over. It exists as a dividing line and divides the land of two different attributions.