一就像触到一幅尖叫的画,以温柔的名义泼出抽象的概念,泼出一千公里,驻扎我身体里雪落在屋顶上,又以呼啸的方式飘过我的窗口,蜇伏于我的眼角我握住一瓣,看它融化,看它在尘世挣扎看它疼。我也疼,也挣扎逃避着远处的岸。雪,落在屋顶上。多美啊。如同夜空中的星光二雪色深了。寒冷开始密集而我总是喜欢穿行于幽僻的小巷想你,等你。天空密密麻麻,布满雪花,让我失眠远方的灯火到底有多亮呢,雪有多厚呢我不知道 It was like touching a screaming picture, pouring out the abstract concept in a gentle name, spilling a thousand kilometers, and the snow that was stationed in my body fell on the roof and drifted across my window in a whistling sound. I hold a petal in my corner and see if it melts and see it struggling in the earth to see it hurts. I also hurts, but also struggled to escape the distant shore. Snow, falling on the roof. How beautiful! As the stars in the night sky two dark snow. The cold begins to be dense and I always like to walk in the secluded alley miss you, waiting for you. The sky is dense, full of snowflakes, so I am insomnia in the end the lights of how bright it far, how thick snow do I do not know