一个人的时候经常喜欢玩这样游戏:坐在高层的窗台上把身体一点一点地仰出窗外。窗外是纯净的阳光,我看见寂寥的蓝色天空和一缕一缕泛着蓝紫色的云。温暖干燥的风温柔地抚摸过肌肤和发丝,闭上眼睛内心一片安静。我想念她,那个像露水一样的女孩儿。她有清幽的眼睛和玫瑰花一样的笑容。我安心地一点一点仰下去。天空,死亡,心跳。我这样告诉女孩,整个人轻得几乎没有重量像是一片羽毛,即使松手内心也不会有任何留恋。一切执着过的都是不存在的。她的目光像潮水一样,轻轻牵扯出内心的痛觉。你知道吗?那种如虫噬骨般的心痛。拼命忍 When a person often likes to play this game: sitting on the high windowsill and the body little by little out of the window. The window is pure sunlight, I saw lonely blue sky and a wisp of bluish purple clouds. Warm and dry wind gently touch the skin and hair, eyes closed inside a quiet. I miss her, that dew-like girl. She has quiet eyes and a rose-like smile. I feel relieved to go back a little bit. Sky, death, heartbeat. I told the girl this way, the whole person is lightly weight like a feather, even if you let go of heart will not have any nostalgia. All perseverance does not exist. Her eyes look like the tide, gently touching the inner pain. Do you know that kind of heartburn? Desperate to endure