一没有人像我一样选择用一滴水的方式爱你,融入你。并借助一个个词语的温暖与柔软写尽你的乾坤。最真的是时间,最虚幻的也是时间。而这一切,都置身于易碎的瞬间。二是的,我向往纯粹,向往内心的洁净。最大限度地释放自己,贴近地面飞翔。而你却像一根穿透尘世薄凉的针,用你的芒刺刺穿我身体的某个部分。破碎的骨头用它的丑陋救赎自己。我甚至把它想象成一朵盛 No one like me choose to use a drop of water love you, into you. And with the words of the warmth and softness to write down your universe. The most real is the time, the most illusory is the time. And all this, are exposed to a fragile moment. Second, I want pure, longing for the purity of my heart. Maximize yourself and fly close to the ground. And you are like a needle that penetrates the earth, piercing some part of my body with your prickles. Broken bones redeem themselves with its ugliness. I even think of it as a blossoming