那个女孩为什么会是她?我的手顿时开始颤抖,手心紧握的回忆如潮水般从指缝汹涌而出,迅速塞满了我的世界。我一动不动,任回忆淹没我瞬间失神的眼睛。但在一片浑浊中却又看到了那幅景象:那是一个女孩拉着我的手在寂寞的风中奔跑,穿越了前世今生累积的黑色忧郁,教我把笑脸绽放在温 Why did the girl be her? My hand suddenly began to tremble, and the memories of my palms surged out of my fingers and quickly filled my world. I couldn’t stay motionless and my memories flooded my eyes that were momentarily lost. But in a turbidity, I saw the scene again: It was a girl who took my hand to run in the lonely wind, through the black melancholy accumulated in past lives, and taught me to smile at the temperature.