我斜倚着栏杆,轻轻地斜倚着。檐外,淅淅沥沥的春雨送着寒意。我就这样呆呆地,一动不动地看着那剪不断的雨帘。雨丝儿飘在脸上,和我悄然落下的泪融合在—起,一起缠绵地滚落,一起葬埋进土里,我无力地对自己说:“忘了吧,忘了吧。”可泪又不知不觉地掉了下来,我已觉察不到它的苦涩。既然此心已非我有,那又何来的“悲”呢至于泪,只是因为掉得太多,麻木了吧,习惯了吧。 I leaned against the railing and reclined gently. In addition, the spring rain sent the chill. I just stared like that and watched the continuous rain curtain. Rain Sier floated on her face and merged with the tears that I had fallen quietly, rolling together and burying them together. I buried myself in the earth. I said to myself, “Forget it, forget it.” Unconsciously fell, I have not noticed its bitterness. Since this heart is no longer what I have, then where is the “sadness”? As for tears, it’s just because you drop too much, you’re numb, and get used to it.