房内脚踏着电烤炉,手捧奶茶,听着灰色的歌曲。窗外有飞鸟不知到何处去了,世间仅存我与电烤炉平分世界。风乍起,叶枯黄,冷月寒霜,秋寒冬将临。冬还未临,可脚底 Inside the room with electric oven, holding milk tea, listening to the gray song. There are birds outside the window I do not know where to go, the world's only me and the electric oven bisect the world. Wind at a glance, yellowish leaves, cold frost, autumn and winter will come. Winter has not yet come, but the soles of feet