乏 ,,疲市,里有城大话所这好童了进大在忘走好走我次得像的一睁头奋第眼街兴得的步天记我漫那就这样开始了滚打摸爬,总幻想有座房子会是我的家,现在看来那时的想法多么傻,我本是只候鸟栖在城市屋檐下。在城市屋檐下,遮不住风吹雨打,每个亮着的窗口都那么温馨,却没有哪扇窗是在 Tired, tired, in the city of the big words of this good boy into the big forgotten go take my time like a blink of an eye at the first step Xing Xing Bu Tian Di remember that diffuse it started rolling touch Climb, the total fantasy A house will be my home, now it seems how silly ideas at that time, I was only a migratory bird perched in the city’s eaves. In the city under the eaves, cover up the wind and rain, each bright window is so warm, but no window is in