今夜无月,我心如水。坐在冷清的蜗居,暗夜的寒气透过窗棂的缝隙,直逼心房,丝丝战栗在心尖曼舞。点燃一支香烟,明灭闪烁的火花好似暗夜的橘灯,颓废在腾起的烟雾中温文尔雅地做最后的弥撒。牵挂张牙舞爪地肆虐,橘红的灯光泛着淡淡的暖意,流泻在洁白的纸面上,如舞动的江水般雀跃。缕缕炙目的暗彩自心底涌出,似夏夜的 No moon tonight, my heart water. Sitting in a deserted dwelling house, the night of the cold through the window of the gap, almost equal to the atrium, shivering in the apex Man dance. Ignite a cigarette, flashing off the flickering sparks like the orange night light, decadent gentle in the smoke to make the final Mass. Wrapping hawkish raging, orange light pan with a touch of warmth, pouring in the white paper, such as the dance of the river-like capers. Subtle Sunroek secret bottom of my heart, like summer nights