寂寞,寂寞,无边无际地把我包裹在其中。偌大的房间别无他人,radio里正放着一首老歌《寂寞的眼》。闲着没事,打开了窗,试图看看是否有熟悉的背影。那是谁?哦,原来不认识。那人是谁?不,也不是的。还是看书吧,顺手拿过《上海电视》,咦,周末的电视一点也不精彩,我真怀疑编排节目的 Loneliness, loneliness, boundlessly wrapped me in it. There was no other room in the big room, and there was an old song “Lonely Eye” in the radio. Idle nothing, opened the window, trying to see if there is a familiar back. Who is that? Oh, I didn’t know it. Who is that person? No, it is not. Or read a book and grab the “Shanghai TV”, hey, the TV on the weekend is not very exciting. I really doubt the arrangement of the program.