我们的秘密就藏在某些我们自己也无法说知道的地方。那些地方,谁也说不清楚,大家都模糊,比藏在坚硬的核里还秘密。只要我们不开口说出,那些秘密就永远是秘密,甜甜的、小小的、暖暖的。但在开口前,太多的都已被我们迷失掉。也好像不知是谁轻轻地咬了一下嘴唇,他隐隐地觉得咬疼了,但他却小心地、紧紧地闭上了嘴巴。可是却另有一个孩子最终有些忍不住似的张开了嘴巴,他愿意把他的小秘密 Our secrets are hidden in places we ourselves can not tell. No one knows where they are, and everyone is vague and secret than hidden in a hard core. As long as we do not speak out, those secrets will always be secret, sweet, small, warm. But before the opening, too much has been lost by us. It seems as if I do not know who gently bit his lip, he felt a biting pain, but he carefully and tightly closed his mouth. However, there is another child eventually could not help but like open his mouth, he is willing to put his little secret