我们无法想像一支永远吸不完的烟,正如我们无法成就一场永远热烈的爱情,那不仅不可思议,违背常理,同样,也让人难以忍受。其实,爱情是一件相当寂寞的事,就像夹在指间的香烟,除却燃烧的短短瞬间,它的来处,是不为人知的一隅,等待某根手指将它拈起:而它的去处,则是空茫的灰飞烟灭,如同生命的消亡,在逝去的那一刻,仍旧是寂寞。若抛开表象不谈,只论本质。爱情与香烟,基本上是相 We can not imagine a never-ending smoke, just as we can not achieve a passionate love, it is not only inconceivable, contrary to common sense, but also unbearable. In fact, love is a very lonely thing, like a cigarette in the fingers, except for a short moment of burning, its whereabouts is an unknown corner waiting for a finger to pick it up: while it Wherever you go, it is empty blank ashes, as the demise of life, in the passing moment, is still lonely. If you put aside appearances, only the essence. Love and cigarettes, basically phase