站在时间的墙角,站在视野的外面。慵懒,或者期待。是影子出了问题,墙上有了伤。影子伤及的,不是影子。无法预知的疏远,把影子拉得很长。虫子钻出地皮,啃食那一片逐渐衰老的阳光。疼痛,或者快意地被消费,声音挂在尘埃之上,没有一个人曾经触及。雪和尘土,和逐渐生疏的荷尔蒙,还有幕布,埋葬一场戏之后,让另外的好多场戏也散了。主角去赶另一场戏了,每天都有好多场戏,需要上演。每天都有好多场戏从开场一步一步走向谢幕。 Stand in the corner of the time, standing outside the field of vision. Lazy, or looking forward to The shadow is a problem, the wall hurt. Shadows hurt, not a shadow. Unpredictable alienation, the shadow is very long. Insects drilled land, eating a piece of aging sunshine. Pain, or pleasure to be consumed, the sound hanging on top of the dust, no one ever touched. Snow and dust, and gradually unfamiliar hormones, as well as curtains, buried a scene, so that a lot of the other scenes are scattered. The protagonist to catch up another scene, a lot of scenes every day, need to staged. There are many scenes every day from the opening step by step curtain call.