模模糊糊的一片,看不清许多人和事。想要看清自己,却已处于迷离之境。想要给自己找到一种最初的天真——在小村的黄昏下继续自己的梦幻,但日子匆匆而逝,一刹那已是无可奈何的现在。黄昏下那个不谙世事的瘦削的大男孩已成了过往,徒然拖着一副憨重的躯体,笨重而无能地面对自己的未来。我亦悲亦伤,但痛与伤愈加鲜明,无名而又无谓。 A vague one, can’t see many people and things. You want to see yourself but you are already in a blurring situation. Want to find an initial innocence for yourself - to continue your dream in the small village of dusk, but the days of hurry, the moment is helpless now. The sloppy big boy in the twilight is a past, dragging a heavy body in vain, clumsy and incompetent to face his own future. I am also sad and hurt, but the pain and injury are even more pronounced. It is nameless and meaningless.