我们是从一个圆开始认识世界。就像第一次拿起画笔的小孩,画一个人就是一个圆形,随着年龄的增长,内心的破坏欲蠢蠢欲动,一颗不安分的种子拒绝接受一切被框住的幻想,上课的铃声是放学的前奏,课本上的涂鸦挥霍着青春期的狂想。放学路上狂奔的手里拿着不知道从哪里捡来的小木棍一路涂划,从一个胡同飞奔到另一个胡同,手里的棍子飞速地划过这面墙, We know the world from a circle. Like the first time a child picked up the brush, painting a person is a circle, with age, heart damage to be around, an insecure seed refuses to accept all framed fantasies, class ringtones are The prelude to school, the graffiti textbook squandered adolescent fantasy. Running from school on the road bolted hands do not know where to pick up a small stick all the way to paint from one alley flew to another alley, the hands of the stick quickly across the wall,