我最怕站在十字路口的那种慌乱与彷徨, 看见那些身处其中的仓惶的人群。无限的空间,无限的星辰,怎么我却是有限的? 又下雨了。每次下雨,心情都犹如低谷中的一粒尘埃,表情仿佛舌头品了涩果,而感觉也实实在在的阴冷。我是一朵失语的莲,站在风口,任凭风儿敲打我沉睡的心。给自己一次机会,带着失望、愤慨、灼热和全部的烦恼偷偷 I am most afraid of the kind of panic and jealousy standing at the crossroads, and I see the crowds of people who are in it. Infinite space, infinite stars, how can I be limited? It is raining again. Every time it rains, it feels like a grain of dust in the trough. It looks as if the tongue is astringent, and the feeling is really cold. I am a lotus with aphasia, standing in the air, letting the wind beat my sleepy heart. Give yourself a chance to sneak in with disappointment, indignation, burning, and all your troubles