001.伤心酒吧酒,一种充满雄性的液体。酒,一剂冰冻心脏的毒药。夜,是一堵坚硬的墙,是一种黑色的睡眠。伤心酒吧,躲藏在光的背面,意念堆积在火柴盒的房间,隔着冷月的凝眸,放逐的思想穿梭于诡秘的寂静,生命之鱼从此失去欢愉。黑色泡沫抑或酱香老葡,都盛在杯子里,将那万种快感千般无奈,统统反刍成孤独的源头,挂在沧桑的老脸,铸就定格成形。 001. sad bar wine, a liquid full of males. Alcohol, a frozen heart poison. Night, is a hard wall, is a black sleep. Sad bar, hiding in the back of light, the idea of ​​accumulation in the matchbox room, across the cold month’s gaze, the idea of ​​exile shuttle in the secretive silence, the fish of life lost their joy. Black foam or sauce of old Portuguese, are Sheng in the cup, the thousands of pleasure all sorts of helpless, all ruminate into a source of loneliness, hanging in the vicissitudes of the old face, cast shape.