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总喜欢一个人在夜深人静时挑灯夜读,觅一方内心的独白,寻找属于自己的那一片宁静。“有书的时候/孤独不再是一种悲哀/情感也已经得到日晒/于是许多过往的心事/一个个被放在灯下。”
Always like to pick a lamp at night to read a person in the dead of night, whispering one’s inner monologue, to find their own piece of quiet. “When there is a book / loneliness is no longer a sorrow / emotion has also got the sun / so many past thoughts / one by one under the lamp.”