性灵独白假如,世界末日没有来一很多时候,我还是忍不住在想:到底我们改变了多少,怎么就长成了如斯模样,让人陌生又惊喜?耳机里的歌一首接着一首地播放,偶尔一两句歌词被唱得千转百折,我也会偶尔低声跟着哼唱。这时我总在心底止不住感叹:有些故事永远不如歌里唱的那般,永远不能被拿出来浅吟低唱。 If the spiritual monologue did not come a long way in the world, I still could not help but think: in the end how much we changed, how to grow into such a strange appearance, people strange and pleasant surprise? Headphone song one after the other To play, and occasionally one or two lyrics are sung thousands of twists and turns, I will occasionally whispered followed hum. At this moment, I always can not stop sighing in my heart: Some stories are never sung as songs, and can never be taken out to sing.