车站。寒风。冷。我指着末亮的黎明:看!蝴蝶。辰不说话,顺着我手指的方向看去。风中,我看到一只蝴蝶,在我恍惚的双目中跳跃、飘远、消逝。然后,在火海中化为灰烬,留下一处红斑。既而是一片血红,将我吞噬。我不哭,只是咬着唇,我甚至连眼睛都不眨,冷,我只觉得冷。我是怕冷的,我的体温只能维持我呼吸的力量。而我却以为我不再呼吸了。手冻僵了,我把它们放到唇边企图用我的气息温暖它们时,这才意识到,我忘记了我一直还在呼吸。 station. Cold wind. cold. I point to the dawn of dawn: Look! Butterfly. Chen did not speak, looking in the direction of my fingers. In the wind, I saw a butterfly that leaped and drifted away in my eyes. Then, in the sea of ​​fire, it became ashes and left a red spot. It’s just a blood red that swallows me. I don’t cry, I only bite my lips. I don’t even have eyes to look at. Cold, I just feel cold. I am cold, my temperature can only maintain my breathing power. And I thought I was no longer breathing. The hands were frozen and I put them on my lips and tried to warm them with my breath. Then I realized that I forgot that I was still breathing.