他浅浅地笑说至少他的命运在他手上我说我的命运不在我的手上,在风尘之上好像是子夜了,我没有睡着,隐约听见大堂深处飘来的钢琴声。我在电梯里有些发晕,电梯门一开,我就看见他又坐在那儿了。还是穿着细小格子的衬衫,头发遮住脸 He laughed shallowly and said at least that his fate was in his hand. I said that my fate was not in my hands. It seemed like a nightmare above the dust, and I did not fall asleep and vaguely heard the piano sound floating in the hall. I was a bit dizzy in the elevator, the elevator door opened, and I saw him sitting there again. Or wearing a small plaid shirt, hair cover face