我是一个热爱空虚和寂寞的圣徒,也是一个倾心世俗的孩子。我奢侈的希望伴着由尼采幻化成的神站在村庄的香樟树上。我粗鄙并且悲伤着,我野蛮地挥霍着自己的青春,那所剩无几的断章。我为的仅仅是弥补此时支离破碎的沮丧心情。在阳光渐渐嚣张的氛围里,岁月在泥墙上层层剥落,总是有 I am a saint who loves emptiness and loneliness. It is also a cherished child. My extravagant hopes accompany the gods illusionized by Nietzsche standing on the camphor trees of the village. I am rough and sad, and I wildly squandered my own youth, the few chapters left. What I did was to make up for the frustration that was broken at this time. In the ambiguous atmosphere, the years are peeling off on the mud wall, there are always