夜落下来夜落下来。小头的麻雀缩了缩脖子,它灰色的羽毛更灰暗,两粒眼珠睁着,嘀咕了一句什么,没有人听清。没有人在意微小的呼吸也需要空间,没有人投注这份关爱。黑没有丝毫的停留,它弥散开来,像一块巨大的乌云。光亮有时候不是为弱者准备的,但,弱者,可以自己寻找。小小的麻雀,收拢疲惫了的身体,隐藏了对黑夜的不安,它绝不回头地向不可知的地方飞去。 The night falls and the night falls. The head of the sparrow shrink neck, it is darker gray feathers, two eyes open, whispering something, no one heard. No one cares about the tiny breathing space, no one betting this love. Without any stop, Black spreads out like a huge black cloud. Light is sometimes not prepared for the weak, but the weak, you can find their own. Small sparrows, tired tired body, hide the restlessness of the night, it never turned back to the unknown place to fly.