倚在冰冷的护栏边,双臂愈加的寒冷。望着窗外的雨景,没有人伴随的苦恼,比寒冷,更加刺痛我的心。小时候,最害怕走夜路。一盏极其幽暗的老式路灯,就这么照着整条长几百米的小道,没有其他的灯。路上,一只只幽灵般的狗在我的身旁一闪而过。道路上静得出奇,一个人也没有。陪伴我的只有满身的恐惧和被那路灯拉长的影子……可那又怎样,必须得走! Leaning on the edge of the cold fence, his arms more and more cold. Looking out the window of the rain, no one with the distress than the cold, more tingling my heart. As a kid, most afraid of walking the night. A very dark old street lamp, so according to the entire long trail hundreds of meters, no other lights. On the road, a ghostly dog ​​flew by my side. Quiet on the road, no one. Accompanied by me only covered with fear and the shadow of the lamp elongated ... But then what, must go!