很多时候,很多个我即将遗忘他的时候,我会想起那场雪。那场灰色的雪,从灰色的天空上,以一种近乎绝望的姿态坠落,然后在他身边,变成干净的白色,亲吻他和他身旁的地面。我想那个绝美的笑容大概就是在那场雪中化为雾气,恍恍惚惚,恍恍惚惚。他的不大的身体也是从那一刻开始模糊。平静而纤尘的脸渐渐淡去,清晨树林中他与少 Many times, many of whom I am about to forget, I will remember that snow. The gray snow fell from the gray sky in a nearly desperate gesture, then beside him, turning it into a clean white, kissing him and the ground beside him. I think that beautiful smile is probably in that snow into the fog, trance, trance. His small body is also blurred from that moment. Calm and dusty face faded, he and the early morning woods less