人群是一种幻觉熙来攘往。市声喧哗。一个人的黯然。另一个人的飞扬跋扈。广场哲学的狂欢。乌鸦沉默的黑。我不得不学着去面对。不得不去自己面对。众神在遥远的山上嬉戏。人群是一种幻觉。在喧哗与骚动之表象上,时常有车祸突然发生,金属摩擦、撞击、碎裂、横飞。弥漫着城市圆舞曲的节奏。粗暴而残酷,嘎吱一下,撕开一道道鲜血淋漓的伤口,触目惊心。痛哭与哀嚎,悲悯与叹息,瞬间被市声淹没。阳光 The crowd is an illusion of bustling. Sound noise. A person’s sadness. Another person domineering. Square philosophy of carnival. Crow silent black. I have to learn to face. Have to face yourself. The gods play in the distant mountains. The crowd is an illusion. In the appearance of noise and commotion, accidents often occur in a car accident, metal friction, impact, fragmentation, cross fly. Permeated the rhythm of the city waltz. Rough and cruel, crunched, ripped a bloody wound, shocking. Crying and wailing, compassion and sigh, the moment the city was submerged. sunlight