1无名例行,我要打个电话,每周都是这样,这个习惯,我保持了一年。一年与十三年,十三分之一,像是天狗吃月,一张嘴,生命的一大半就没有了。我不知道猎人距离我还有多远,我不知道,或许有一天,他们会来到我的身边,或许我也应该主动点,主动回去。回去?有没有搞错?我一定是脑袋糊涂了。事情一旦开始,就停不下来,或许这辈子都停不下来,就像一个上了发条的闹钟,只可以往前走,除非坏了,死了。 Anonymous, I want to make a phone call every week, this habit, I maintain for a year. One year and thirteen years, one-thirtieth, like a day dog ​​eating the moon, a mouth, most of life is gone. I do not know how far hunters are from me. I do not know. Perhaps one day they will come to me. Maybe I should take the initiative to go back. Go back? Is there any mistake? I must be confused. Things can not stop once they have started, and perhaps they can not stop in their entire life, just like a clock on a clockwork, and can only move forward unless it is broken and dead.