那些沉重的时间里,我龟缩在自己的窝里,躲闪着强烈的自然光线,必要时再拉上窗帘。有的时候是一张脸闪在我的画面里,有时是一只鸟。无论什么,有什么区别吗?有很多可以想念的画面,无论如何不肯退出每个人自己的世界。久了,我们再也分不清长久想念或者偶然记起的那些事情到底哪个会更刺痛自己的神经。因为它们会模糊成为一片,并偷偷联合成一张网把自己彻底罩在 During those heavy hours, I crouched in my own nest, dodging strong natural light and pulling the curtains if necessary. Sometimes a face flashed in my picture, sometimes a bird. No matter what, what is the difference? There are many pictures you can miss, and you will not quit everyone’s own world anyway. For a long time, we can no longer distinguish which long-term miss or accidentally remember those things in the end which will hurt more of their own nerves. Because they blur into one, and secretly united into a net to completely cover themselves