从一扇门走入另一扇门,陌生带来了鲜花,早春埋藏了悔恨,流动的房间,飘浮的城市,已然无法使你停下来,面对那双春天的眼睛。最后的晚餐,你坐在露天的人群之中,显得有些孤单,桌子上有你喜欢的烤羊腿,还有一些来自家乡生产的啤酒,你不说话,也不玩手机,你吃得很慢很慢,仿佛咀嚼出了时间的味道,在这个略显凉意的北方城市,曾经给 From one door to another door, unfamiliar flowers, early spring buried remorse, the flow of the room, the floating city, already can not make you stop to face those spring eyes. The last supper, you sit in the open crowd, it seems a bit lonely, on the table with your favorite roast leg of lamb, there are some beer from hometown, you do not talk, do not play cell phones, you eat very slowly Very slow, as if chewing the taste of time, in this slightly cool northern city, had given