其实我知道阿沐是悲伤的,她的悲伤如同她的眼泪般不易被人发觉,悄无声息地渗入衣服缝隙,在丝丝密密间很快被风干,不留下一丝痕迹。“怎么不说话了?”阿沐抬头看我,细微的鼻音那般不易察觉,甚至连睫毛上也没留下泪珠涌出过的痕迹。 In fact, I know Amu is sad, her sadness as her tears as easy to be found, silently infiltrating the clothes gap, in the slightest between the air quickly dried, leaving no trace. "Mu Mu looked up at me, subtle nasal sounds so imperceptible, and even did not leave traces of tears poured out on the eyelashes.