妈妈走了。她俯身亲了亲我,然后掩在门后不见。那晚的星星很美,美得像要掉下泪来。我不动声色地坐在床上,让黑暗暖暖地把自己围起来。记得爸爸开灯后惊愕的表情。他提着蛋糕愣在原地,随即扑过来抚着我的额头。他的气息清冽而绝望。他知道妈妈走了。 Mom is gone. She leaned over and kissed me, then disappeared behind the door. The stars were beautiful that night, and the beauty was like tears. I sat quietly on the bed, allowing the darkness to enclose myself warmly. I remember my father’s horrified expression after turning on the lights. He hugged the cake in his place, and immediately rushed to caress my forehead. His breath is desperate and desperate. He knew mom was gone.