我不知道生命是不是像一个精制的玻璃器皿,美丽的外表掩盖不了易碎的本质。 一直以为生命是把握在每个人自己手中的东西。但当一颗不退缩的生命在我眼前消逝的时候,我满怀疑问,就是那么一瞬间,生命没有飞扬起来,没有成为传说中的蝴蝶,她更像是一堆残破的情绪,停息在冰冷的地面上。那是一个多么精制的地面啊,莹白的大理石,洁白如雪中的梦,但生命就这样消逝了,让我不再相信梦、纯洁,还有公平。 I do not know if life is like a refined glassware, the beautiful appearance can not cover the fragile nature. Always thought that life is something in everyone’s own hands. But when a non-retarded life faded in my sight, I was full of doubt that it was for a moment that life did not fly up, did not become a legendary butterfly, she was more like a pile of broken emotions, rest in the cold on the ground. What a refined ground, white marble, white snow dream, but life is gone, so I no longer believe in dreams, pure, there is fair.