那么,就从十三岁开始苍老。而十三岁之前,全部苍白。我就站在十三岁的断点上,像一个细小而耀眼的漩涡, 我被卷在里面,一路坠落,一路回旋,我看见整个世界在我眼中颠覆,光影四散。我看见我最喜欢的樱花被狠狠地揉进肮脏的土里,洁白的花瓣掩埋在粘腻的泥泞里,黑夜的风发出细碎的碰撞声,像撕裂的挣扎。来路苍茫,去路彷徨,何去何从,只不过是一瞬的摊开或者握紧,在我十三岁的第十三个月,扑向最最灿烂的阳光。 Well, it started to grow old from the age of thirteen. Before the age of thirteen, all were pale. I stood on the thirteen-year-old’s breakpoint, like a small, dazzling whirlpool. I was tangled inside, falling all the way, all the way round. I saw the entire world subverted in my eyes, and the light and shadow were scattered. I saw my favorite cherry blossoms rubbed into the dirty soil. The white petals were buried in the sticky mud. The winds of the night shattered and crashed like tears. In the 13th year of my thirteenth year, I rushed to the brightest sunshine.