如果我拉开窗帘看到的就不会只是阳光的投影其实阳光和我之间只隔了一层窗帘薄薄的窗帘我却迟迟不肯离去宁可蜷缩于这暗的阴影其实人往往就是这样明明看见近在咫尺的出口却死守着记忆的阴郁好像守着就有了永恒这就是我的永恒屋里只有阳光的投影或许我应该让阳光碰触到干枯苍白 If I open the curtain, I will not see only the projection of sunlight. In fact, only a thin layer of curtains between the sun and the curtains of me, I have been reluctant to leave. I would rather huddled in this dark shadow. In fact, people often Obviously seeing the exits in close proximity but holding on to the gloom of memory seems to be guarding and there is eternal. This is the projection of only the sunlight in my eternal house. Maybe I should let the sun touch the dry and pale.