凌晨这样的凌晨,一定有什么在未知的某处等我。我总能听见自己深处“笃笃”的赴约之声。两点钟,路上总有意外的心跳大于夜半之井晃动的雷鸣。花朵们睡得太沉了,被梦境过滤了的传说仅是这凌晨边境的事物,不能完成途中那些等待。那些只有三月才拥有的坚实和柔软。我已惯于面对凌晨打量自己。照亮身体内的乌有之乡。我习惯于在两点钟 This early morning, there must be waiting for me somewhere unknown. I can always hear the voice of the appointment of “Tuk Tuk”. At two o’clock, there were always unexpected heartbeats on the road that thundered the thunderstorms of the night half well. Flowers are too sleepy, the legend was filtered by the dream of this early morning border things that can not be completed on the way to wait. The solid and soft ones that are only available in March. I used to face myself in the early morning. Illuminated the body of Ukraine. I’m used to it at two o’clock