少年叫南。这是我第二次在火车上见到他时他告诉我的。少年有一双鬼火般蓝色的眼睛,脖子上挂了一把锈迹斑斑的铜锁。他总是穿一件大大的黑色长衫,肤色苍白,略微有些病容。他似乎在寻找什么东西,从他的表情可以看出来。那种略带焦急又失落不安的神情一次又一次地吸引了我。他喜欢蹲在两节火车厢之间,尽管那里常年站着一些抽烟的中年大叔,却丝毫不会破坏他那虚弱的美。 Teenager called South. This is what he told me when I saw him on the train for the second time. Teenager with a pair of wistful blue eyes, neck hung a rusty copper lock. He always wore a big black gown, pale, slightly sick. He seems to be looking for something, from his expression can be seen. The kind of slightly anxious and frustrated look attracted me again and again. He loves to squat between two train cars, even though there are some smoking middle-aged pedestrians standing there all the time, but will not undermine his feeble beauty.