有条街,可以看见整个宇宙的星星,我在街上徘徊,久久不愿离开。不再写流水账似的日记/换成了密密的模糊字迹/在一页页深蓝浅蓝的泪痕里/有着谁都不知的语句。我抱怨在现实中看不见星星,只有在这街上能够看到。我不能称呼自己是小孩,但是我也不愿意长大。小时候面对两个小时的练琴时间高声喊着活着没有意思,现在 There are streets where you can see the stars of the entire universe. I wander in the streets and I don’t want to leave for a long time. No longer writing a diary like a journal / replaced with a dense ambiguity / a dark blue and blue tears in a page in the page / have no one knows the statement. I complain that I can’t see the stars in reality. I can only see them on this street. I can’t call myself a child, but I’m not willing to grow up. When I was a child, it wasn’t interesting to face the two-hour practice time and shouted loudly to live.