没有硝烟的逃离攀升。左旋。一半海水,一半火焰,沿大陆架甩开海市蜃楼。气流哽咽在喉。水杯撞击手臂,干涸某种表情。你的释然飞越我愁闷的胸膺,勒出航线。候机楼宽大的幕墙上还残留着体温。抑郁聚焦玻璃窗,灼伤心灵乃至眼神。爱情像逃离一场瘟疫。两个人的战争,对视或对峙,戏弄分秒变换的晴雨表。回到右旋,看见自己蹑手蹑脚走上机翼——俯瞰海一般的虚幻。 No smoke escaped climb. Left-handed. Half the sea, half the flame, throw off the mirage along the continental shelf. Air flow choked in the throat. Water cup hit the arm, dry up some kind of expression. Your relieved fly over my depressed chest, Le route. Waiting room wide walls still residual body temperature. Depression focused windows, burning heart and even eyes. Love escaped from a plague. Two people's war, on the visual or confrontation, tease the barometer conversion every second. Back to the right, I saw myself creaking onto the wing - overlooking the illusion of the sea.