最近我有点烦。烦他的忙碌,烦他的淡漠,烦这淡而无味的生活,甚至烦他在床上的那种慵懒,那种随意。任凭我裹上再漂亮的睡衣,化再惊艳的妆,摆再性感的姿势,他却似乎还是视而不见。如果说,从一开始我们的生活就是这样,没有了可比较的参照物,那我也不会像现在这样烦恼了。可偏偏,曾经,我们有过那样激情四溢的生活。 I’m annoying recently. Bored with his busy, annoying his indifference, bored of this light and tasteless life, and even bored him in bed that kind of lazy, that kind of casual. Even if I was wrapped in a beautiful pajamas, and then amazing makeup, put on a sexy posture, he still seems to be turning a blind eye. If we say that from the very beginning our life was like this and there was no comparable reference, then I would not be as annoyed as I am now. But why, once, we have had such a passionate life.