当我开始迈入五彩缤纷的世界,身边便萦绕了一种朦胧的东西,无以名状。有时,它是那么的体贴入微;有时,它如秋日的凉水,淡淡的,凉凉的;有时,它又如火焰般暖暖的。有时,然后再有时,我便知道,有那么一种东西,朦胧的,无以名状的,叫做“爱”。 When I began to enter the colorful world, I was surrounded by a kind of embarrassing things and there was no name. Sometimes it is so considerate; sometimes, it is like the cold water of the autumn, light, cool; sometimes it is as warm as a flame. Sometimes, then again, sometimes I knew that there was such a thing, a sly, indefinable form, called “love.”