淅淅沥沥的小雨中的深巷,蜿蜒地消失在下一个拐角,我独自走在长满青苔的石板上,指尖划过那被岁月斑驳了的苍老的土墙。我用温热的手抚摸那些凹凸不平的伤疤,试图找些语句来安慰它,却又迟迟没有开口。看着那被颓废的篱墙所分割成的灰色的四角天空,我轻轻地撑起一把蓝色的雨伞,为心灵 The deep alley in the lonely drizzle disappears meandering down to the next corner, and I am walking alone on the mossy stone, with my fingertips across the old earth wall, mottled by years. I touched the uneven scars with a warm hand and tried to find some words to comfort it, but I did not speak. Looking at the gray four-pointed sky divided by the decadent fence, I gently propped up a blue umbrella for the soul