窗外,春寒料峭。呼啸的风声,隔着玻璃,清晰地刮过耳边。屋子里,我独自站在窗前,看着窗户上氤氲着的水汽,以及自己支离破碎的影子,顿时感到玻璃里的人好陌生,陌生到难以让我再看一眼。于是,转身,关门。我独自来到路上,不停地向前走着,我不知道自己要去哪儿。我 Out the window, cold chilly. Whistling wind, across the glass, clearly shaved ear. In the room, I stood alone in front of the window, watching the steaming vapor on my window and my shattered shadows, and suddenly I felt strangely strangers in the glass, so strange that it was hard for me to take a second look. So, turn around, close the door. I came alone on the road, keep walking forward, I do not know where they are going. I