与一幅夜相遇五月。日子平仄分明。小溪,从夜的缝隙,回到我们身边。我的杯子,装满易碎的语言,只需用嘴唇,就可靠近甜蜜,靠近殷红的香气。如果担心,端起这杯荡漾的寂静,会有月光溢出杯沿,就踮起脚尖,眺望体内的潮水。你在旁边,煎夜。不停叨咕着:不要一口喝下这夜,会烂醉如泥的,会呕吐整 Meet a night in May. Day flat and clear. Stream, from the crevices of the night, back to us. My cup, filled with fragile language, uses lips only, and can approach sweetness, near the aroma of redness. If you are concerned, with the rippling silence, there will be moonlight overflowing the rim of the cup, tiptoeing and overlooking the tide in the body. Beside you, fry the night. Nonstop: Do not drink this night, will be drunk, will vomit the whole