我们都是困在这个空间的精灵。薇薇从嗓子里发出了一声细长的叹息。十四岁的女孩的悲哀像一片冰凉的夜雾弥漫开来,扑在眸子上结成白色的冰凌花,却在夏季愈来愈暖的阳光下慢慢融化为一层晶莹,凝就两颗大大的泪珠,滴落下来,重重打在手里尚未完成的画面上,沿着倾斜的画纸划出两条 We are all elf trapped in this space. Vicki gave a slender sigh from her throat. The sorrow of a fourteen-year-old girl pervades like a cold night fog. She flies in the scorpion and forms a white ice-cream, but slowly melts into a layer of crystals in the warming sunshine of the summer. Big tears, dripping down, hitting heavily on the unfinished screen, drawing two lines along the sloping drawing paper