我是一只无比丑陋的蜘蛛,竭尽所能地编织着那张会因我的血汗而耀眼的蛛网。月半圆,无人入眠。是深夜的冷风吹来,我依旧伏案于书前。无人注视的房间却连心千万。隔着木制的房门,我感觉得到他与她的牵挂。 I am an extremely ugly spider and do my best to weave the cobweb that will be dazzling with my blood and sweat. Half of the month, no one sleeps. It was the cold wind in the middle of the night. I was still lying in front of the book. No one looked at the room but even ten million. Through the wooden door, I felt he was worried about her.