在极深的光阴里,我,你,他,我们,你们,他们,都是一滴水或是一杯水,如今无法预料,何时被污染,然后倒掉,蒸发成空气,而来不及看望、问候,或者告别。传统,就像一部过时电影。乡村的月亮已挂不上城市中心,那么,我便极力封闭自己,不被语言刺伤,不被鲜花灼伤。回过头来,看看自己,还余下多少,没有被污染, I, you, he, us, you, them, all in a very deep time, are a drop of water or a glass of water, now unpredictable, when it is polluted, and then drained, evaporated into the air, and have no time to visit, greetings Or say goodbye. Tradition, like an outdated movie. In the countryside, the moon has not hung up the city center, so I tried my best to close myself, not be stabbed by words, nor burnt by flowers. Looking back and looking at myself, how much is left, is not polluted,