我挣扎着被推上舞台,这里没有你们,没有鲜花和掌声,我穷得只剩自己。一个人的表演,飞舞给自己看。看着窗外的雨,觉得空荡荡的。抽出一张纸,写着:在过去,我们曾经嬉笑、打闹、相依为命、爱或者喜欢,不搀杂功利。突然觉得自己贪心,想用手捂暖冷却的咖啡,就像想抓住飞舞的纸鸢,都是徒然。 I was struggling to be pushed onto the stage. There was no you here, no flowers and applause. I was too poor to be left alone. A person’s performance, flying to show themselves. Looked out the rain outside the window and felt empty. Pull out a piece of paper and write that: In the past, we used to laugh, slap, and depend on each other, love, or like. Suddenly feel greedy, want to hand warm cold coffee, just like to grab the flying paper basket, are in vain.