我的城堡,从无占领军履足。我为他们准备的蜜糖和枪炮都很充分,而且随着时光的流逝,我越来越不迷信,能够坦然面对残余的激情,越来越少冲动和忘形。不识或许,我该写一部茫然书。刚才,日光已经开始西移了,那强烈的温热之感在悄然退却。而我在缩小,毫无歉疚的年月啊,我为什么总是备感孤寂。不,不,我并不妄想屋子里来什么人,也不寄望于被电话铃声吵醒。在业已过往的那些日子里,我并不否定,曾经有一种惯例就嵌入到了我的生活中,但现在,一切都过去了。我想不出那人的具体形貌,在貌似虚构的字词中,我写下了属于我们的最 My castle, from the occupying army fulfillment. The honey and guns I prepared for them were full, and as time went by, I became less and less superstitious, able to calmly face the remnants of passion, less and less impulsive and oblivious. I do not know maybe, I should write a blank book. Just now, Nikko has started to move westward, that intense feeling of warm retreat quietly. And I am shrinking, no apology years, why I always feel lonely. No, no, I do not delude anyone in the room, nor do I expect to be awakened by the phone ring. In those days that have passed, I do not deny that once there was a convention embedded in my life, but now everything is over. I can not figure out the specific shape of that person. In my seemingly fictional words, I wrote down the most