他是一个男人,一个有血有肉的男人。他有着和我相似的脸庞,以及浓密的头发。凡是认识我又见过他的人都说我们长得很像。我们长得再像,可也有不同的地方。味道便是其中之一。他有自己独有的味道。这味道里,有太多的苦涩,太多的辛酸,少有快乐和温暖。 He is a man, a man with flesh and blood. He has a similar face to me, and thick hair. Everyone who knows me and met him once again said that we look very much like us. We look like we can have different places. Taste is one of them. He has his own unique taste. There is too much bitterness, too much bitterness, and little happiness and warmth in this taste.